It's A New Monday

The house is empty and I have a ton of work to get done, which is good, because it keeps me from missing the girls—even now, I look at my bare counters and reminisce about all their junk spread where it doesn’t belong. Sigh.

My husband is supposed to be off today, but he has work obligations, so I told him to pretend it’s any other day and not to talk to be before six thirty. Every time he walks into the kitchen and I say hello, he says to pretend he’s not here.

 

So, there is nothing keeping me from doing my work.

 

The group of authors I collaborate with for the Ticket to True Love series is rebranding and relaunching our series. There’s a lot of behind the scenes stuff that went on in order to achieve this relaunch, and now I get to announce everything to my newsletter subscribers, which is exciting. Except it requires me to understand the newsletter interface, which somehow always changes slightly each time I use it.

 

I had to reupload files and a cover and some selling options for my book in the series, Whispers in Washington. That requires a whole lot of technical knowledge that I eventually figure out but isn’t easy to find (at least for me). So I think I did it, but there’s a chance I didn’t.

 

We’re having a Facebook party this weekend to celebrate, and I’m helping to coordinate it, which requires a lot of planning and nagging. Those skills I’m good at, but these people don’t know me quite as well as my usual people whom I nag, so it requires some finesse on my part. 

 

There’s marketing I have to do, a blog I have to write—HI!—and editing I have to get to (especially the edits I remembered last night before I fell asleep). And of course stuff around the house, since a lot that fell by the wayside while getting the girls off to school. Once again, I have to adjust to a schedule that I determine, and isn’t controlled by others. You’d think that would be easy, but without a set time that I know I have to finish by, it’s easy to procrastinate.

 

So here’s to a productive Monday. And no matter what you’re doing, you’re probably doing it more successfully (or at least, getting made fun of less) than I am! J