Wow! Congratulations to all the authors who've received such wonderful news lately! It's exciting to be amongst such company. (And maybe if I'd entered some of those contests, I'd be even more amongst them--then again, maybe not. C'est la vie.)
I'm sitting here looking at the clutter already invading the top of my new desk, trying not to think about all the things I have to do. Revisions on The Eternal Rose arrived last week, and while I have until my editor comes back from maternity leave to finish them (knock on wood that she comes back!), I hate having them sit around that long. I also have suggestions from my agent for revising the option book, and since they're good suggestions, I imagine I'll be getting to those fairly soon. And then there's all the stuff I need to do in my "real" life.
Somehow, everything has piled in at once. Not only do I still have (Um, wait, counting) about 7 books yet to read by the end of next week for the various published contests I agreed to judge (I read 14 books for the Rita. These are other contests.), I have a lot of other stuff going on.
There's a luncheon for the local "Art" club Friday and it's my turn to help host--vegetable slicing and decorating later this afternoon. Then when that's over, I get to help decorate for a wedding shower that I'm helping to host for the daughter of a dear friend. Fortunately, I was nominated to pick up the gift, so that's done. I don't have to provide any of the food or decor. The shower is Saturday morning, then I have to cook for all the college students we're having over for Sunday dinner. Oh, and there's a "quilt block of the month" class I'd like to squeeze in before the shower, with the block yet to be sewn up. And the lady who cleans my house was sick this week.
I've gotten fairly good about saying "no." Especially since the last son toddled off to college this year, but somehow, stuff still stacks up. And I know people work full time jobs and do all this stuff, but I've never been very good at keeping up with things. Adding writing in just makes me crazier. And it keeps me sane.
I suppose I'm blogging about all this--well, to whine. And to show that writers live the same, crazy, hectic sorts of lives as the rest of the universe. And because I could think of absolutely nothing else to blog about. Go read The Barbed Rose. It's a lot more interesting. :)