It’s a common problem, at least for me. I make plans, schedule things — sure I’ll have no problem handling it all. Then what happens? I realize I have way more than I want to do.
Exercise. It’s very good for one, and absolutely essential for a writer who spends so much time in front of her computer. Therefore, two mornings a week I exercise with a class. Great fun, actually. Of course, even though it’s only a 45-minute class, it takes me the rest of the morning to actually feel like working. Yep, morning gone.
Two mornings gone out of a week? No problem. I can handle that two-week class on optimizing Goodreads for authors. Also, I can learn how to post to my mystery critique group all over again since we started using Google groups instead of Yahoo groups. (And, that course? Also on a new venue — more to learn.)
Oh, yeah, there’s a few other things. I’m counting down the time until my new YA is published. Working with the artist on the cover design now. And, hopefully those edits I’m doing on the sequel to Yesterday’s Body will be final edits.
Then there’s the article and the blog post I agreed to do. A month or two ago I spaced them out, too busy in August and September. Yep, due this month. Working on it, really I am.
Is there more? Uh-huh. Oldest grandson getting married. Then the following week youngest daughter and family having their annual, all-day fall party.
I’m sure there’s a book among those I’ve read that would absolutely fit this post. But, will I take an afternoon lulling through the shelves, picking the perfect read to recommend? Nope, sorry, not today. I’m over-scheduled as it is. I’ll have more time next week — make that next month.