I honestly have no idea why I forgot to post my blog yesterday.
I have an alarm on my phone that tells me to post my blog every Monday and Thursday. It goes off at 11:30 a.m. and yesterday, at 11:30 a.m., I was at the gym with my sister.
I'd had a heck of a time getting there. The thing about sisters, especially when they're 18 and almost 14, is that they don't always get along well. So we'd gotten in a bit of a scuff before we'd left, and when we were one intersection away from the gym, I heard a plop.
"Micalah, your car broke, and I didn't do it."
I stopped at a red light and glanced over. My sister was in the front passenger's seat, and at her feet was a plastic panel that had, a few seconds prior, been attached to my car. Long story short, we got it fixed. Probably not the way it was supposed to be fixed. But it's fixed nonetheless.
We got in the gym, and I told my sister that we had an hour before we need to leave. All I'd eaten for breakfast that day was a protein bar and a package of fruit snacks, so I wanted to be home in time for a decent lunch. Another argument ensued--my sister is going to participate in a 2-mile run at summer camp, and she wants to be in shape. Fair point, but don't argue with a hangry nerd who's already out of her comfort zone.
Then my alarm went off.
"Crap, it's Thursday," I said aloud, before silencing my alarm, opening my YouTube music app, and plugging in my earbuds. "I should write my blog when I get home."
Well, I got home, ate lunch, worked on getting Where the Clouds Catch Fire formatted for paperback on Amazon, had a chat with my dad, browsed Pinterest, and went to church for a worship team meeting.
Fast forward to today. I cleaned out my closet today and filled up two trash bags--one with clothes I want to get rid of, and another with actual trash. (Most of it was boxes I'd saved in case I had to return the thing that came in them.) I can actually shut my closet doors now. Anyway, Pinterest eats my soul again, I emerge two hours later for lunch, and then start making 100% sure that Where the Clouds Catch Fire is free from type-o's before I submit it.
Oh, and here's the proof I just got:
It has a matte cover, so it's super soft. I've been carrying it around with me, asking random people to touch it. I got it Wednesday, and I just sat and pet it for a while. After putting it on Instagram, of course. (Did I mention I have an Instagram? No? I'm the M.J. Piazza with a bunch of book stuff in my feed. You can't miss me.)
Anyway, I was editing, and I realized that Alynn is thirteen in the book. I was thirteen when I started writing the book. Now, my sister's thirteen, almost fourteen.
"Wouldn't that be such a cool thing to put on my blog?" I asked myself.
Oh, yeah. My blog. Thank God I remembered.
To be fair, I've had the past two weeks off work, so I've been pretty out of the loop recently. I woke up at 7:00 this morning for the first time in what feels like years, to prepare for Monday, when I have to be at work at 7:30. I already know I'm going to leave early and get myself coffee. There's a local chain that has something called a Mexican Mocha or something like that, and I ordered it once specifically because it doesn't taste like coffee. I don't like coffee. But I loved that Mexican Mocha.
What's the craziest reason you've ever forgotten to do something? And what's your favorite way to drink coffee? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.