Seven weeks behind, I think it’s safe to say I’m throwing out some expletives in frustration. I need some project I can tick off as complete before I start getting disoriented by this pile of work that’s building up.
Need to get back into the routine. Death Mask on the phone, Contract Signed at home. Whatever I can manage at work.
Today “whatever I can manage at work” is formatting for both Contract Broken and Contract Renewed. I got the wraps back, thankfully my cover designer found time among planning a wedding, working full time, and running her own writing job.
Thinking about how much was on her plate does not make me feel better about me being seven weeks behind.
Seven weeks! That’s like two books written and one edited with how quickly I normally work.
I’m also concerned because I have another doctor’s appointment next week. My concern, of course, being that the last appointment took me out for a week. My skull was vibrating like a tuning fork even on Saturday.
I do have a plan, but I also had a plan last week and it did not work.
Then again, I didn’t expect to have two trips to a lab and an extra trip to the doctor because she forgot to tick a box off…
Still, I’ve never done this before and don’t know what my reaction will be.
So there’s that concern.
In the mean time, if my bus ever shows up, I am going to write on my commutes, I’ve got the tablet to do the formatting at work, and I do have a plan for edits and writing once I get home. I even had a plan to write this morning.
I find, however, that I can work better if I read the last chapter to get in the mindset sort of thing. So I drank my coffee and read chapter eleven of Contract Signed.
I don’t recall writing it, but my goodness.
There are so many things I could be doing, if not for the day job. It’s aggravating because all my energy when I get sick or injured… or have no water for three weeks… goes towards the day job because the bills have to be paid.
Gotta get back to work. That’s my mantra now.
Gotta get back to work.
Aya DeAniege 