Wasn’t That A Party?

I finished up my proofing of the Cemetery Dance limited of The Road to the Dark Tower on Saturday, glory hallelujah. That meant I was able to treat myself to a guilt-free Super Bowl yesterday afternoon, though I did have a short story manuscript on my lap, proofing during the game. This is a story I’m subbing to the World Horror contest. I came in second a couple of years ago, the last time I entered. This story is quite a bit different from the previous one, which will be published in CD one of these days.

As for the game — I was entertained by some of the commercials. I chuckled and laughed a few times. One of my favorites was the guy with the spaghetti sauce, butcher knife and cat. If you saw it, you know which one I mean: Don’t be quick to judge! I also laughed at the one with the skydivers and the beer, which had that unexpected element in it when the pilot goes out the door.

The game held my attention. I was mildly pro-Patriots, and the suspense of the last quarter kept me from doing a whole lot of editing. Philadelphia didn’t seem to have their heart in it the last few minutes, though. They wasted an awful lot of time in the huddle when they needed to get the ball down the field into scoring position. I was also amused by the fact that one of New England’s players caught more of the Philadelphia quarterback’s passes than one of his prime receivers did.

I’m going to finish up a couple of flash fiction stories this week/weekend, if possible, then it’s back to the novel, which has been woefully neglected for a couple of weeks.