It’s October. Can you believe it? I surely cannot.
TO add to the confusion, I’m one trip away from finding myself at the door and wondering which direction I’m supposed to be headed. Sadly, that one trip will happen before Samhain. If there was ever a doubt about what I can, and cannot, handle…the lingering sick that I’ve had all month is testifying that this many outings in 30 days are over my limit.
I’m once again behind on deadlines and seriously wondering what I can wrap yet this year to keep from rolling over. 2019 was already full. I have no window to move 2018 incompletes to the party. I’ve had to cut my appearances for 2019 as well…and while I cannot share the details of why just yet…it’s going to impact my writing agenda as well…which really means I have no window. I may not make the 2019 agenda as it is. 😦
This all in mind, I’ll apologize now for the crazy. I can’t quite make heads nor tails of it yet, so I’m certain it’s confounding for everyone else. Just have faith, as soon as there’s rhyme or reason to share, I will.
Until then…read something amazing. ((I highly recommend Havenwood Falls…any of them. They’re a fab distraction when up and down don’t fit your world and you need to escape!))
FABULOUSNESS. Total fabulousness.
You may or may not be aware of my Rhino philosophy, business model, or life plan…but I’m a Rhino. Sometimes, Rhinos need to plop into a mud puddle and just do the downtime. Late last week, I and my mini-unihorns headed south for some R&R and dang it if wasn’t perfection. Sweet perfection with a double scotch on top.
Ever notice that you think you know how worn you are…but once you’re back, it’s like…I had no idea how out of psycho I really was? Or realizing how crappy you feel, but only after you feel better? I’m not going to front like I’m magically batting 1000 again, cuz Goddess knows I could use more of the mud puddle…but I’m better. And, I’m coming into clearer focus on what I need to do to hit the marks.
With so many looming deadlines, I couldn’t see how to do anything but keep pushing forward. Except, pushing forward was just bungling the gears and making me edgy. Pause the gas pedal and pull back. Breaks are good.
I literally slept in a lake with my head through an inner tube to keep it above water. Best nap I’ve had in ages. Not to mention time with the extended family was enlightening and pleasant. No pressure, no phones…just food and chill. All shop talk was dropped at the main road and left for the return trip.
Gods, I can’t wait to go again.
Tomorrow starts 3 weeks in a row of releases, so get your one-click fingers ready.
Twelve (Flip-Flopped Fairy Tales) hits the 14th
Rogue (Una-Mor Trilogy book 1) hits the 21st
Black Guard (Una-Mor Trilogy book 2) hits the 28th.
I’ll have an update on the other dates next week…There are at least 3 in September, but there’s a chance there will be more.
🙂 Just depends on how therapeutic that mud really was.
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Today is Memorial Day.
My message today is simple.
ALL GAVE SOME
SOME GAVE ALL.