Yesterday I learned a few things that gave me pause. (Reads as: they outright pissed me off.)
Interference in a situation that is none of the person’s business.
I firmly believe that everyone should stay in their own fucking lane. In this case, the ‘friend’ lane.
Anywho, I’ll sort it out.

Had a long talk with my cousin (Superman’s cousin but because the cousins are around my age not his, they’re my cousins too) was really good talking about family stuff. 🙂

I wish I could find my small splint. It’s pretty fucking annoying being back in the big one – but I did a number on my tendon yesterday by cleaning the bathroom etc. Would’ve been fine if I had the small splint on instead no splint. FFS. I will never learn.

So, anyway, let’s talk writing? There are two files open on my MacBook – one is called [Echo Mike Papa] and the other is called ‘Scene EMP’. The second file is a scene that is out of order. Once the scene is incorporated into the main document the scene document will sit there empty until another scene pops up and needs somewhere to live while it waits for me to catch up.
Because I’m in first draft mode, both files are pretty well open all the time. Ready, just in case, because you never know. 🙂

This new story (so far) is most enjoyable – which one of these blurbs do you like the most?
And we’re nowhere near needing a blurb, I just thought it would be fun! (And it is.)

“One small-town election. One missing man. One spy caught in the crossfire.”

“When cousin Donald dives headfirst into the Upper Hutt mayoral race, Veronica “Ronnie” Tracey finds herself tangled in political drama she never signed up for. A sinister threat aimed at Donald’s campaign drags her into the mess—and just to make life more complicated, an overzealous FBI agent from the new Wellington office is sniffing around the mysterious disappearance of Jonathon Tierney. Ronnie doesn’t like the agent, doesn’t trust the timing, and definitely doesn’t appreciate the way her family is becoming ground zero for secrets, lies, and a danger that refuses to stay in the shadows.”

Or
“When cousin Donald throws his hat in the Upper Hutt mayoral race, Veronica “Ronnie” Tracey braces for family drama and bad sausage-roll fundraisers. What she doesn’t expect is a chilling threat against Donald’s campaign—or the arrival of an irritatingly persistent FBI agent stationed in Wellington. He’s digging into the disappearance of Jonathon Tierney, and his attention is landing far too close to Ronnie’s own secrets.
As politics turn poisonous and old enemies circle, Ronnie is forced to balance family loyalty with the darker realities of espionage. Between campaign sabotage, shadowy threats, and an FBI presence she’d happily feed to Auntie Barbara’s knitting circle, Ronnie discovers the fight for Upper Hutt’s mayoralty might be tied to something far bigger—and far deadlier—than local politics.”

Or
“Cousin Donald’s bid for mayor of Upper Hutt was always going to cause trouble—but Ronnie Tracey didn’t expect death threats, campaign sabotage, and an FBI agent breathing down her neck.
The new Wellington-based agent is investigating the disappearance of Jonathon Tierney, and his questions are hitting uncomfortably close to Ronnie’s world. Add in political rivals, shadowy enemies, and family chaos only the Traceys could deliver, and Ronnie’s caught between small-town politics and high-stakes espionage.
Winning the election might be Donald’s problem. Surviving it is Ronnie’s.”