Mind Like a Steel Sieve

Lately I've been forgetting things.

I didn't forget about a guest blog post I owed someone, but I did forget which date she and I'd decided on, resulting in the post not going up when it was supposed to. (And I'm sorry about that!) I had the wrong date on my calendar.

I forgot what color the love interest's eyes were in my upcoming novel Dolphins in the Mud. Thank goodness for galley proofs, because the error got through two rounds of editing, plus line edits and proofing. At their first meeting, my main character mentioned the other boy's "deepest brown eyes", but later on he compared his new friend's eyes to the "blue-green of a summer ocean." (I liked the latter comparison better, so I changed the color in the earlier reference.)

In the same book, I forgot that one character had already met the main character and his younger sister, and had her explaining that her son had told her the younger sister had autism.

I forgot where I saw a comment that I wanted to blog about, which means that I can't blog about it because I don't want to do so without referring back to the comment.

According to my daughter, I forgot to buy her favorite snack at the grocery store. My argument that she didn't tell me she needed it doesn't seem to have worked.

I also forgot that that daughter had a doctor's appointment last week. Thank goodness for reminder calls!

I have come to the conclusion that my brain is full of holes and the information is leaking out. So if anyone knows where I can get a good brain repair kit, please let me know.