Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Another backroad expierence and Muse news

My husband had to literally pull me out of my chair Saturday.  All week long I stayed faithfully in my office, glued to the chair and to the computer.  Muse Online Writer's Conference was coming to a close.  I had stepped out of a pitch session with Morrigan Books, an online publisher.  My head reeling and hands shaking when Mark Deniz, publisher of MB told me to send in the first five chapters of Savant, my Paranormal Thriller.
Bless my dear husband!  He coaxed me with promises of a juicy hamburger and a nice drive to check out fall scenery.  I complied, (well the stomach did).  I had so many things to do, homework, chat sessions, and editing requested chapters.  Still, it was the first pretty day in two weeks.  I neeeded to unclog the brain and get out of the house. So I did.


We took a backroad, cooler filled with beer and found some great fall foilage.  We would stop, get out, feel the crisp air on our faces, and listen to the wind skipping across the tree tops, sending cascades of leaves on us.  We started to head home, I needed to get back, the day was waning, clouds were beginning to sock back in and our pets needed food.  But we decided to check out one more road.  There's always that one more road thing.  We took pictures and followed Osage Creek until we came to a fork in the road.  I opted for the northern route.  We had our bearings and knew home was north of us, so off we go.

We drove on.  I wished we had our truck, however, since we traded it off for a gas effecient vehicle, we made do.  Recent rains caused some major erosion on the road we were on.  The Sonata is not built for four-wheeling, and several times we scraped the under carriage.  I sucked in a lot of spit going down that road.  We drove past a place and noticed a man sitting in his truck, we wave and go on.  I tell my husband as we try to straddle the huge ruts that guy is probably laughing his ass off at us "city slickers".  I wanted our truck.  We came to a point where it is no longer possible to travel the road in our car, so we begin to back up as there is no other choice.  After hissing at each other about not dropping off into a huge gully on my side of the road, we make it to the spot we had seen the man in his truck.  The man is out of his truck.  I think he knew we'd be back soon. 
My husband gets out and with much glee notices the man has a beer in his hand, so they begin to talk.  We stayed about fifteen minutes.  Alan (hubby) offers the gentleman a shot from his pint of Tequilla.  This fellow drinks about a quarter of the liquid and damn near puked.   His faced turned bright red, his eyes watered and he continued to choke for ten of the fifteen minutes. I asked if he was okay to which he replied, "No, I'm not okay."  I feared he may throw up or collapse, but he remained on his feet and kept his gorge down.
It is getting darker and the wind is colder.  We bade our goodbyes and went on, making it home without dragging the oil pan off or busting an axel.  I fed my pets, attended class, and in bed by 9:30pm.  I have this thing about backroading or taking a road unkown, but despite some of the situations we find ourselves in we manage to have a great time and meet some interesting people.

I want to make mention our alcohol consumption was minimal during this time until we got home.  Mine stayed that way, the hubby's? Take a guess.