This morning...
Elric: Nancy come in here (back bedroom)
Nancy: What is it?
Elric: Look at the ceiling.
Nancy: Shit.
We have a leak. In the roof. Going down through our Victorian-era *plaster* ceiling.
Our roof is leaking into the attic and down through into the house.
Our roof now needs replacing anyway, but ... thousands of dollars. That we don’t have.
I’ve called someone to do a patch job and he’s coming tomorrow.
That’s a couple of hundred dollars we don’t have. BUT IT MUST BE DONE & DONE ASAP.
HELP.
Why won’t this stop???????
Oh, and that giant hole in the back of my house caused 2 years ago by a guy painting it? It’s still there. Still can’t afford to fix it. But the roof is critical. At least patching it might get us until spring. By then I may be earning some money. Maybe.
Paypal = nhanger@windhavenpress.com
Or my gofundme for my medical expenses is still working:
Nancy’s Emergency Medical Fund at gofundme Guys, I am so tired of asking for help. I am. I’m such a loser, I know. I keep viewing my life insurance policy and telling myself Elric wants me alive instead. The bookstore is inching along in this season between seasons & not making money, not until Thanksgiving/Christmas. Then it will be making zero money (literally) until May. I may be making money from the new Huntress Press line, but not until we sign up authors. (Send authors my way!) It can’t happen soon enough.