Spent the morning sorting and stacking my titles. Ordered "The Morrigan" in time to take Saturday for the book sale, but Amazon is going to Amazon. May or may not receive them tomorrow. Should have been here Wednesday.
Made four bundles of my "Canary" series. Pried Murphy's jaws off my books, post-it notes, and totes. He was in rare form. Currently passed out.
Readying myself for these is like going on vacation. I try to get everything I can done previously so I don't have to deal with it when I come back. Because I will be tossed.
Also, give it a week, and I'm off for Ft. Smith, Arkansas, August 15th. Doing all the hard work today. But Executive Dysfunction is coming through with bells. I didn't want to start.
Not like there was a choice.
As I grew more and more irritated with myself.
Finally, literally, threw up my hands and did what I needed.
It's hard to fight your brain, you know.
Oh! Received a preorder for Book Me Romance so that is uber exciting. I've only had a few, and a lot of attendees say they prefer to see the books in person unless it's like an auto-buy.
For Saturday, I'll be using my display rack for the first time.
I. Am. So. Fucking. Excited!
Should I be editing Ace? Starting on The Rabbit God? Editing through Warrior and the Sparrow?
Indubitably.
Am I?
What the opposite of indubitably?
Ooooo...actually dubitably.
I have never used that word in my entire life.
Probably won't start now.
But my ADHD is ADHDing today, also.
Always party in the Sanctuary.
