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

Home for the foreseeable future

I, hopefully, have nowhere to go until next Tuesday. 

You know what my favorite is? Typing shit like that and then realizing I have to go back to the stupid mall to ask questions about my stupid glasses bill and pick up my stupid glasses.

FFS

Editing "Macaria," and I realize that this book is the first one I forsook chapter breaks in lieu of writing down the story. I wrote five books in six months in this series. Adding them now. 

Wondering how I'll treat "The Rabbit God." Will be interesting.

Overcast here. Thank the heavens!!! Back-building some rain in, and I'm excited. Good day to write. And this is me...wanting two things at once.

Edit Macaria.

Write on The Rabbit God.

This is why I'm convinced I assimilated my twin in the womb. We both have strong opinions.

Next week is work on my Christmas short story for a Christmas anthology. 

It's funny. You think you have all the time in the world, but the world knows better.
Plan if you can.

Straight up hilarious coming from me.

Most times, mine blow up in the absolute most horrible ways.

And yet, I endeavor.

Inked in Words Virtual Signing next Saturday. I believe my hour starts at 5:00 pm.

I'll be chatting for an hour or so about writing and my books. Feel free to pop in with questions or anything on your mind.

I really want this bat outfit...

Labor Day

It's funny. I work for other places, I have Labor Day off. I work for myself. Here I am in front of the computer about to tear it up.

The irony.

I did take yesterday off. It was surreal but nice. I think I need to designate Sunday as a rest day. Except, if I get a really good idea. Or one of several other things.

Then, all bets are off.

I only have one appt this week. Have to take Mom to her long-distance standing med appt. Like 6 hours of the day. So Tuesday (never count this day) and Wednesday are booked. 

Remember how I bought that nifty pretty weekly planner thing to write down when I should post on socials?

Yeah. That went south quickly. 😬

I'm now using its magnificentness to write down what I need to do for the week.

This week is: Edit Macaria, write The Rabbit God, and polish another book.

Because my neurodivergent brain must have options. The only one I don't feel like doing is writing "The Rabbit God." This is a problem for two reasons.

1. I need to write the damn thing.

2. I want to write the book after that one in the series.

Here's the dealio...I want to write the book. I have it in my head, chilling. With all the other cool ideas. But the book after that is comedic as fuck, and you know I like to wallow in that shit. Because LA Bennett is taken by surprise. 

As in, all the other surprises, up until now, she could swallow. This one...not so much. Nor does she want to.

Man, I love her.

I switched "Macaria" and "The Gordons" after I finished both. But sequentially, I need to stick with Rabbit God first. 

I respect the process.

I will, however, flip it off, tell it to go to hell, and threaten it with all my literary homicidal tendencies. 

But, I respect it.

Also, stitches update.

Got damn annoying.

Went back Wednesday (10 days) after knife fight. PA Wong removed one of the four stitches and immediately stopped because my skin was pulling apart.

So he slaps a steri-strip on it and tells me to come back Sunday (14 days) after knife fight.

Well, when Crystal only has one place to go that isn't a big deal, Crystal does not bother getting dressed. 

Now, I need to find time to throw on some clothes to wait for an hour for someone to remove three stitches.

At this point in time, I'm just going to adopt them. 

Cue the trio of cute names together:

Marsha, Jan, and Cindy

Tic, Tac, and Toe

Harry, Ron, and Hermione

Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup

Kirk, Spock, and McCoy

Luke, Leia, and Han Solo

Don't even get me started on snipping them, myself.

Molly is absolutely appalled but not surprised.

Welcome to my marriage.