Because my ADHD ass was like...Hey! Heeeeeeeyyyyyy! We can put "Apollo and Hyacinthus" out in, like, five days. Edited twice. I'll zip back through twice more.
But that's not the business.
The business is...filling in ISBN paperwork things. Adding the titles on Amazon. I make my own covers so had to shrink those bastards down to 300 dpi. I have 29 tabs open in my browser, and the air turned a dark shade of blue. Cobalt, if you must know. I'm giving manic an entirely new definition.
AND...the boys are playing tonight. Going to punch our ticket to the NBA Finals. Thunder Up! Woot!
Okay. Back to losing my shit.
I forgot. Not surprising, really. Have the fucking memory of a goldfish. 🙄
Not a fan.
Antyway...I was so intent on polishing this mfer up to spotless, when the reality of being an indie publisher bit me on the ass. As it do.
It's ME. (cue Taylor and Brendan...because we need matching earworms)
Current situation:
locked in at my desk
Murphy sleeping behind me
70,000 words to eyeball for the 9,756th time
Do I feel pressure?
*Bowie and Mercury play me out*
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