I’m worn to a frizzle-frazzle. There’s too much on my plate. Too much to get done. And none of that’s good for someone who is chronically ill. I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m merely reminding myself to take breaks and listen to my body.
It’s never advisable to let yourself run out of spoons.
My scheduled blog tour is almost filled (Yay!) and several of the sites are asking for unique content. (takes a deep breath) Reality check – this tour isn’t until August, so I have plenty of time. Set a pace. Right? I’m also doing a final read through on a novel for the small publisher I’m working with. Good stuff. I’m doing a bit of word choice and formatting tweaking before it flies off to the editor.
A little list-making is in order. I think I’ll start right here.
– #WIPpet Wednesday Post
– #1lineWed Post
-Answer three-five interview questions
-Format 1-2 folds of promo flyer
-finish current chapter of MGB edits
-Do social media checks (Don’t get drawn in. Repeat. Don’t get drawn in.)
-Write 1K new material (or at least write something, anything new)
– family dinner at our house (frozen lasagna it is)
– remember coffee times w/ the spouse (no, this isn’t really on my schedule, more like a friendly reminder to myself to gear down)
– #Writestuff Twitter chat
– Social media checks (keep your distance if at all possible)
– Finish full chapter of MGB edits
– Answer 3-5 interview questions
– proof long, short, and bare versions of media sheets
– write something new, dangit
– family dinner at parents’ house
– coffee time w/ honey (gear it down)
– touch base with launch party facility so this can be added to the press release
I’ll spare you the rest of this week’s list (it’s renewing that overwhelmed feeling anyway), but this is why people have assistants. My spouse would be mine if I’d let her, which I might have to as things approach, but I’m not certain what she can do since she already does so much for me. She’s keeping me coffee-fueled, doing a bunch of the household work, and assisting in meal prep. That said, she’s a reader, not an author, my cheerleader, too, but she isn’t familiar with design programs and editing. She can’t write my material either, so most of this is my baby.
Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*!
The Cleaning House promo rumpus has officially started, in case you haven’t noticed. If you check this blog, you’ll find all sort of interesting posts including a new Meet the Characters (Five things About) series alongside the usual #rainbowsnippets and #WIPpet Wednesday posts. I’ll be adding more as we move closer to the 8/1 release date, and I’ll be sharing cool ads for Cleaning House too, beginning with the one above.
Oh, and this: print proof! The print version of Cleaning House is now available for pre-order on Amazon and elsewhere!
And here’s my WIPpet math for 6/13/2018: I’m snagging the three, meaning three paragraphs from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Cent, Rayne, and Tess are up at the old homestead, and Cent’s trying to reacquaint herself with the place.
[Tess] “You built and filled this place, so this time you go in first, but don’t touch anything until we’re beside you.”
“All right.” Cent stepped through the door first, listening, thinking. The kitchen. She stopped midway across the front room to stare at the two rocking chairs in front of the fireplace. She went to the bigger rocker to sit in it, suddenly warm inside and out. I’m coming, honey. Hold on. Cent stood and turned toward the kitchen, reaching back to stop the rocker from moving without an occupant. I’ve had enough bad luck, thank you. She entered the kitchen and lifted her head to stare at the rafters. Dusty, dirty, and cobweb-covered. The webs didn’t bother her, because they meant there weren’t many other insects around, but the dust and dirt— she thought about how hard it was going to be to clean those rafters, about how easy it’d be if the dirt and dust flew away, about it being outside, and to her surprise a brown cloud rose from the rafters and flew to the window, where it hovered.
“Begone.” Cent opened one of the windows and the dirt flew out, taking the window grime with it. The wavy-glass shone afterward, and light spilled into the kitchen. “Wow!” She spun around to see the whole kitchen, grinning as she used her new-found power again. “Begone dust. Begone dirt. Leave my kitchen clean. I command it!” Seconds later, the old homestead’s kitchen was considerably cleaner. Not as she wanted it, but better.
Begone dust! Begone dirt! Who wouldn’t love having such power? I know my house would be much cleaner with that ability but remember energy expended must be somehow replaced. It’s called balance, a central theme to this novel series.
Want to read more from Cleaning House? You can do so HERE.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.