Busy much?

Let's all be clear and upfront about this. I don't mind steady goings-on in my life. I try to balance when I can and cope with the rest.

Being busier than shit and forgetting things as well?

Son...

List of things to do today:

Pick up meds

Mail a book

Drop off a library book

Email a bookstore about consignments

Email about two general tickets I can give away to Book Me Romance in mid-August 2026.

Talked to a lovely woman about sending my books for a reader's retreat

Put together a gift basket for the talk I'm giving Saturday 10-12 at the Bethany Public Library.

I don't want to take my pajamas off. I sure as hell don't want to dress myself. 😭

But I, as I usually do, try and finish what I need to start.

I go to the bathroom and have the worst thought. Did I unpack my car after Saturday night's book event?

No. The fuck I did not. Beat my head on the nearest wall. Are you KIDDING??? A chair. My cart. Totes that go in said cart. 

Jesus wept.

Crystal thought about it.

Finally wheel that shit in and change clothes.

I hate clothes. 

A necessary evil.

Cheated and put on a tube top bra instead of a "real" one. heh

I still need to:

Put together that gift basket. (I DID order some stuff for attendees off Amazon.)

Unpack my damn book cart of horrors sometime this week.

Fine-tune my PowerPoint for Saturday. Go over my notes and blend.

Finish Canary: Out of the Shadows because for the love of GOD.

Mail books to reader's retreat lady.

Get ready for next Saturday and a reading at a book event at the Sapulpa Public Library. 🥳

Med appt tomorrow

Groceries Thursday???

Hair Friday

I'm tired, Boss. 😫

Perhaps a bit of a rest after Thanksgiving?

We're expecting like...14. 😶

This is usually why I don't schedule anything after September.

But I've had the BEST time with fellow authors and readers.

Man...sometimes you stretch yourself to see-through for love.

💖

If you believe it, you can achieve it.

Hokey as hell, right? I mean, I identify as a realist. One would think I would dismiss this as New Age bullshit. Au contraire, mon frère. I'm a free-spirited little manic psycho who believes in a bigger world than the one we see. I believe in speaking things into existence. I believe words hold great power. 

I believe in my goals.

Remember them?

I posted earlier, um--sometime 😶, about my goal list. I believe I may have went into how the first three quarters of 2025 were a depressive shitshow where I couldn't leave the tent. I didn't want to check out, per se, but I surely didn't want to check in.

(Med explanation on a later post.)

But I stated I achieved some goals in the last quarter. Didn't touch any of the assholes through August, but with a new med and whatnot, I could mark a couple off my list.

One of the goals is: Speak at 3 Author Panels. 🥳

There is NOTHING better than talking about writing. Nothing. I could go on for days. It's a never-ending kinda love I got.

I spoke at the Lawton's Farmer Market. I will speak again at the Sapulpa Library on November 15th. And today, I found out that I'm giving a talk at the Bethany Library, on November 8th, about Plotting/Outlining/Organizing Chaotic Thoughts.

Am I not the poster child, or what?

Three. Three talks. ah ah ah

I'm so damn excited.

But there it is. Three author talks. Like in my goals. 💖

Dream it. Believe it. Achieve it. 

I have a four line mantra I repeat to myself every day, sometimes more than once. It's inspiring to me and aligns me with my goals. 

Three speaking engagements. 

Oh, but I have to pass a background check first. 🤔

Maybe I should wait for the paperwork to come back. 😂