I Love Lucy strikes again
So I was working outside with my manuscript all printed out so I could reread it and make sure it wasn't too stupid to live (don't mind me, the drama queen, but you should know at some point in each book's life, I hate it before I love it...) ANYWAY, I was writing outside and soaking up some sun and enjoying the hell out of myself when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. No, not a bear. But a big ass hairy spider. It wasn't even on my chair but the one next to me. This didn't matter. It was within a hundred miles of me so I jumped up. My manuscript pages went EVERYWHERE and I screamed and did the spider dance. You know the one that looks like you're having a seizure? Yeah, that one.
Suffice it to say, I completely lost my collective shit.
And then I realized that people might actually see me looking ridiculous so I got myself together and picked up all the pages and put them back in the right order and finally turned to glare at the spider.
It was gone.
This is a huge problem. Because I can't just sit back down. You know damn well that huge mo-fo is WAITING for me to do just that before popping back out to give me another heart attack.
So now I can't work outside until Alpha Man gets home... which means I'm walking off the job. It's a good thing I'm a writer and not, say, a brain surgeon.