Last fall, I took a fabulous online class about the publishing industry and how to get your novel ready for publishing. The group in the class was excellent, and we all hit it off. When it came time to say goodbye after the last class ended, no one really wanted to, so we decided to continue our "class" and call it a "writer's group." I was SO excited for our first meeting tonight.
I missed it.
So I had to send this (entirely true) email to my classmates. Enjoy.
So. I am SO SORRY that I missed tonight. I have a really great excuse though - trust me, this one's worth reading. I'll give you the whole run-down, just so you know I'm not the type who typically misses meetings.
It all began around 3:10 this afternoon, when my neighbor called to tell me my two dogs had escaped my back yard. Luckily, she was able to rescue them. Hooray!
Then, I got a haircut. Because, if you're not able to go to a Jimmy Buffett concert to which you had tickets, clearly you need to get a great haircut. And trust me, it's a great haircut.
BUT...things went downhill because, right before I left work to get said haircut, and my husband Charles went to pick up our daughter Zoe from daycare, I saw on the Internets that there was either a "jumper" or a car bomber on one of the two major bridges that are my ONLY route home from work. Seriously, there was a white SUV with things like "Game over" painted on the windows parked at the top of the bridge.
So...some background: the areas of Charleston are divided up by several HUGE rivers, over which there are bridges that tend to be the ONLY way across. To get across the rivers to get home from work/daycare, Charles, Zoe and I have exactly two ways to go.
The jumper/bomber was on the biggest bridge, on the route that we don't typically take. That bridge was quickly closed. So that meant EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER took our normal route home, which meant that was completely stopped dead by the time I left my haircut place. So we went the OTHER way (translate: towards the jumper/bomber), hoping they'd have that all cleared up by the time we got there.
They didn't. It was still closed. We were now officially stuck in the WRONG TOWN.
By then, it was approaching 6, which was 2 hours since we left work, and was getting on towards dinnertime. After Charles made the same loop around the town in which we DO NOT LIVE, trying to get across the bridge that was CLOSED, we made the call to stop at a restaurant and get some dinner.
So. Yeah. Through all that, I kind of forgot we were meeting tonight. I should have emailed earlier and I apologize. I forgot until about 7:45 when we were finally on our way home, Zoe was passed out in the back seat, and I realized, "Oh no! Writing group."
And now, 30 minutes later, I'm finally home and in my jammies. Thank goodness. What a night.
And in case you don't believe me, here's a link to a local news station.
So anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it, but if you've read this far, please know that I'm really, really sorry I missed tonight, and I hope you all had fun catching up!!
x's and o's