No matter -- I had a Rotary Club meeting to attend. A charming neighbor had invited me to come speak and, not wanting to blow my cover as an intrepid mountain woman (when I'm really a weather wimp), I was going and I would speak.
I told the story, as I've done so many times, of our move to the mountains and my journey to publication. And I left time for questions.
The questions are always my favorite part of a presentation. Some are expected -- do you have a special time and place for writing? (Yes, but I'm pretty flexible.) Some are unexpected -- what made you think you could write a book?
But every time (so far), the muddle at last resolves and my characters and I march, limp, or stagger toward an ending. We're on the final lap now. Keep your fingers crossed.