Today I finished the first draft of Purgatory Chasm, the third Conway Sax novel (I got that working title here). Various Twitter and Facebook pals have urged me to enjoy an adult beverage or three this evening in celebration. (Truth be told, nobody said anything about this evening – they want me to start drinking right now.)
Trouble is, I’m a teatotaler.
Usually my celebration would take the form of either a trip to my local obscenely overpriced ice cream parlor, if I wanted to get the kids in on the act, or a less sociable pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
But – and this is where I shake my fist at the heavens and cry Why me, Lord? Why must you do this to me? – I gave up freakin’ sweets for Lent this year. ‘Twas the first time in 40 years I paid any attention to Lent. Haven’t cheated once, either. Easter is Sunday, and I’ll be damned (poor word choice, I know) if I’m going to screw up this close to the finish line.
So what am I supposed to do? Suggestions welcome, but do keep in mind this is a PG-rated blog.