Okay, this car is seriously cursed. I’m definitely buying a new one with my tax return because these constant repairs are costing me more than a brand new car would. Sure, maybe I shouldn’t have driven this old rust bucket all the way to Adelaide given its recent history, but I was really hoping we’d be over all that drama by now! Here I am, though, at an Adelaide car repair shop getting my vehicle fixed again.
You might be wondering why I’m in Adelaide at all, given my previous discussions on my blog about this place. Well, it turns out that the small, forgotten city was actually holding a fantasy convention this week. Given that I still can’t get back to my novel writing, I figured I’d make the ten-hour drive to the city of wine and churches to check it out. If I’d known my car would break down as I headed onto the painfully slow Main South Road, I wouldn’t have come here. Thankfully, a good samaritan offered to tow my vehicle to the place he got his most recent logbook service, near Adelaide Showgrounds. Gee, that place brings back some memories. Not all of them are good, but not all of them are bad, either.
The fantasy convention turned out to be okay. I spent the day there while my car was being repaired – would you believe it, this time there was an issue with the alternator! There were only a few authors I had heard of there, and unfortunately, none of them had heard of me yet. It’s just a shame that my publisher won’t let me release my awesome stories to the world right now. I wouldn’t have a problem with that if I could actually continue writing. Writing helps me forget about the fact that my talents are currently going unappreciated. One day, however, everybody will know about the story of Dirk, Mavis, Redman, Lorenzo and some other characters that I forgot the names of.