In the mood for murder

Mom told me weeks ago that someone kept sending a bill for me to my old house. She bundled one of them up and forwarded it. It’s from a company called KingSize – a FULLBEAUTY brand.

I’ve never even heard of this company, and am not likely to order beauty products of any kind. Some of us are beautiful enough.

I called them today and had to play whack-a-mole with the answering service. You know the game where you have to press a button based upon several suggestions. I had to go six layers deep before I got placed on hold. I was on hold for over thirty minutes. Something like this makes a guy feel kind of stabby before even talking to someone.

The lady in the fraud department was helpful after I finally got through, and it sounds as if she’s going to take care of it. (I did not actually throw her from the roof.)

The funny thing is that I haven’t lived at that address for twenty years. They told me the phone number associated with the account is an Idaho number, but wouldn’t give me any more than the last four digits. Probably so I don’t murder someone.

That kind of thing tends to put a damper on a flex day. I wanted to accomplish something, so I opened up HMS Lanternfish.

I already have a quarter of a novel, so I just read it from the beginning. There were some major errors, so I’m glad I did. This had to do with a name I keep getting wrong. There was also a timeline I messed up. This involved a seven month timeframe that I started calling a two month timeframe for some unknown reason.

Note: I need long timeframes here, because we’re dealing with tall ships. They don’t move quite as fast as airlines, even with magical help.

What I have is good, and I’m glad I spent the time to get back into it. I never added a single word, but I’ll be ready when the opportunity presents itself. That might be a couple of weeks, just knowing what’s ahead of me. The next event takes some planning, so a few silent commutes can help with that process.

We have errands this coming weekend, then family is coming to town. If I get any writing time, it’s going to be pretty sparse.