My rice cakes have been debauched

I'm constantly and consistently looking for new keto food. Even an assortment of meat grows old. Found some Chocolate Caramel Protein Mini Rice Cakes on WM site. Had to be shipped, but that's just fine.

Normal people would look at the serving size: 16 little cakes, and be perfectly content to eat that and be done.

Not me.

They're good.

Really good.

I ate a four serving bag in two days.

Pretty sure I knocked myself out of ketosis.

And if THAT didn't do it...

These sons of bitches at Target did me in. 

Spent all day yesterday with middle child. Target. Sam's. Cheddar's (restaurant). 

Should have planned better.

Been craving something pumpkiny for a long minute.

I succumbed. 

Three bags of these. Not huge bags. Doesn't matter.

Serving size? 5, I think.

🤨

That's cute.

The devil's in the mini rice cakes. Little bit of sweet glaze on top, and I was cooked. 

Best thing for me to do is walk away. Instead...I walked toward. sigh

Even something as innocent as rice poofs thrown together can sidetrack you. 

It was a great detour, though.

Scattershot

Me. Today.

Can't quite pull my head out of my ass enough to start anything. Or rejoin in progress. I hate feeling twitchy. 

Do I have items to work on?

BAHAHAHAHAHA

Yeah. A few.

I am Chandler.

My "items" number in the 6-7 region on the numerical scale.

And yet...

*DEEP BREATH*

Fuck this. Someone or a few someones are being worked on today. 

1. The Rabbit God (probably not as I'm zipping back through The Gordons before I begin this one)

2. Polishing DD (maybe not--highly immersive--don't know if I have that in me)

3. Christmas short story (higher probability--left them after the first sex scene--we rejoin in progress)

4. Editing The Gordons (small likelihood--getting into some serious shit over there)

5. Dusting the Sanctuary (I crack myself up--hard pass)

6. Work on newsletter (maybe?)

7. Working on October goals (FFS...October?)

How's it going?

Oh. You know.

Left my glasses on the kitchen table after I ate breakfast and then wondered why they weren't where they were supposed to be in the living room.

Mentally screwed up my time for my LIVE hour for Inked in Words. I'm actually on at 3:00 PM CST.

FFS

Can't decide whether I want to: write on Christmas short story, continue polishing DD,  start on The Rabbit God, or let my ADHD have its way and do nothing until 3:00 PM.

Spinning my wheels in the mud. 

Not a fan.

Currently at my desk. Watching Murphy plot the deaths of all those on the other side of his window.

sigh

Occupational travel

The farthest away I'll drive is Ft. Smith. That's three hoursish. My body is in full rebellion, by that point. That really narrows down the book events I can attend and hawk my wares and brilliant personality. 

I'll be doing a virtual signing this Saturday at 4:00 pm CST in the group: The Well Read Women. It's a private group, so you would need to join before viewing the debacle known as my hour.

It's nice that I can stay in my office with a pillow in my back and chat about books and the wonder of words. Do I enjoy reader interactions?

SO SO much.

But I'm grateful for an outlet that gives me access to likeminded people.

Also, I've figured out that my authorly bucket list includes using all 100 ISBNs before I leave this realm. That's only like 50 more titles.

Piece of cake.

Two or three a year for the next twenty years.

So doable.

Give me my delusions.

But then catch me in 20 years.

We'll see who's laughing then, Leo.

🖕

Is it fall yet?

It most certainly isn't. The Sanctuary, my office, is hotter than the rest of the house. So, when it's near 100 outside, it's probably 85 in here, even though the house is set to 72. Makes for short days in front of the computer.

If I can only hold on until Monday...

WM pick up this morning. Sam's will be at 11. Because, um, that's when they let you order a rotisserie chicken with your pick up. I'm all about that life.

Other news?

Check out my Macaria proof.

OH. MY. FUCK.

So...I just go over to the 'zon and type in "Macaria", you know, like normal people. And guess what popped up?

Breast enhancer and vaginal tightening cream.

I am...fuck, I don't know what I am. 

Apparently I need to type in "Macaria book" FFS.

Note to myself and y'all. 

Antyway...as promised:

I love this cover. It seems impeccably right for her.

Check out LA Bennett's new best friend on the right side.

Have I already stated how much I love this damn series? How I am in love with the characters and their stories?

I always wondered how JD Robb remembered all the details in her "In Death" series. But really? When you create a place and its people, they're as real to you as someone sitting on your couch.

And I have MAJOR memory issues. The frustration is real, guys.

But I KNOW these characters. Their habits. Their jobs. Their personalities. 

And it's like coming home.

Lost Monday and Tuesday

Being in chronic pain is bullshit. 

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

Picked up my glasses Monday. Grabbed a pair of jeans from Cato's. Arrived home and didn't want to take another step.

Ye olde body was done.

By noon. On a fucking Monday.

Plans for my short story?

Blew up.

You can lead a mind and body to a book, but you can't make them fucking write it. 

Tuesday.

I never count because of Spravato.

Which leads me to today.

It's Wednesday, right?

argh

I feel like I haven't accomplished anything this week, and that weighs on me. Annoys me. Harshes my mellow.

Mid-week plans: write on my short story. 

That's about it.

Thank God I'm not performing brain surgery.

ISBNs and making records and publishing...OH MY!

Finished with the edits for "Macaria." Comfortable enough to pop in the preorder at the 'zon.  Once again, wish there were better outlets. 

ugh

But now comes the screen carousel.

Did I tell y'all I bought 100 ISBNs? I so badly wish they were physical, and I could roll around in them.

Too much?

heh

Antyway, I'm adding "Macaria" as a preorder. Will have to tie her to an ISBN first. Then play over at the 'zon by adding her as a new ebook and paperback. The paperback, of course, will be a draft. The ebook will be a preorder.

One of the first times I added a title with an ISBN, I wasn't exactly sure what the fuck I was doing. Did it stop me? Of course it didn't. 

All I could do was mess up. *shrug*

But, it's fairly intuitive. I muddled through and have since become more comfortable with the process.

But onto another cluster of mine.

So, my friends, I wrote the first five books of this series about six weeks each. I was flying. And I was going to make "The Gordons" the fourth book, but then I had the idea to actually make "Macaria" the fourth book and "The Gordons" the fifth.

Which is great, for others, because I still have "Macaria" saved as "The Gordons" in my documents. Then "Mac and Medi" is actually "The Gordons."

Have I changed this cluster?

I certainly have not.

Because, wait for it, I will screw myself up and add shit where it does NOT need to be added. I'm scared to mess with the system, y'all. 

My weird system.

My "I'm uploading 'The Gordons' for 'Macaria' today because if I do something different, we're all going to get an unpleasant surprise" system.

Who cares about the critical names of documents, anyway?

FFS

Off to create another book in the eyes of the Library of Congress. Add that heifer to the 'zon. Absolutely twig when I go to create "The Gordons", and I've forgotten what I've already done.

FFS