I was never the most organized person in the first place. You know, I’m one of those blondes who always has notes to self written on the back of her hand (right hand, because I’m a lefty).
When I was working as an RN, I had a number of things I needed to get done in a certain period of time. I had a system, and made allowances for the unexpected. It all got done—sometimes I stayed a little later than planned, but by the time I left, my slate was washed clean until the next time I reported for duty. I got to start over on a daily basis.
Now that I’m a stay at home mom and an author, the list of “things” is long and far-reaching into the future, and the “off-in-the-distance things” branch over the “daily things” for a combination of stuff that can be overwhelming at times.
Sometimes, it feels like I’m a snowball rolling down a hill. I just keep collecting more things to do. Some snow drops off on occasion, but the rate that I gather more far exceeds the pace of release.
English: Writing «Shit_happens» (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have a calendar for real life and kid stuff (of which there is a lot). I have a calendar for blog posts and promo stuff and writing deadlines (of which there are also a lot). I have a book to keep track of writing expenses and a piles of shit (okay little slips of paper) surrounding my desk. My hand has the word “dentist” written on it in permanent marker and we depart in minutes. I couldn’t possibly fit my writing to-do list on my poor, abused skin.
Anyway, my point is, I misfired this morning; scheduled a post for the wrong date, and then realized and pulled it back immediately.
I will still be posting it on the correct date. Anyone looking for Sofia Grey’s First Smexy this morning will have to wait a whole month. Editing to say I was right in the first place and now re-posted. I am just going to crawl back into bed and see if I can start this day over again. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
You can still check out her other first posts (here is the one for today). And here is mine for today. HOLY CRAP I’m an idiot! You can still go check out her new wolf shifter book, Wolf at the Door. No need to wait for me to get my shit together, because you could die of old age before that happens. 😉
And me? I’ll reevaluate my system and see if I can possibly shake a bit more snow off and find my frozen brain. The forecast doesn’t look promising.