Life rolls happen when you least expect them.

Or, rather they do in my case. And when they happen they consume everything you have to the exclusion of everything else. I had one of those in July when I received photo from the manager of our rental property showing a hole in the kitchen ceiling. Somewhere else in the building, someone’s AC unit had popped a pipe and distributed water everywhere.

That meant an unplanned visit, and even though the building management made the repairs, we still had to coordinate the repairs, the painter, and clean up – as well as continuing the day job.

Needless to say, something had to suffer, and it was my writing. July recorded the lowest monthly word count since I started keeping track, and I’m now about 20,000 words behind where I was at this time last year.

Until last night, I’d written barely anything in August either, but I did manage to jot down some thoughts and ideas on Death at a Wedding, that today went into the story. It wasn’t as many words as I hoped but at least I climbed back onto the wagon, and it feels pretty good so far.

I need to adjust my plans for the rest of the third quarter, but hopefully it will work out. And hopefully no more life rolls!