Beta reading whose stuff? It’s not the guy from the Midwest, or the dude from across the pond or the chick from up north … whose stuff is this anyway? And when is it due? Shoot, what email account did I receive it through? Really must keep a master list to keep track.
Must do some revising of my actual work … never really sure what step I am on for it all jumbles together. As it should, I keep reminding myself. It is a novel, isn’t it?
Freaking life. It has a nasty habit of interrupting my world. Life does not take into consideration my schedule, my needs nor my carefully wrought out plans. No, life seems to think it can do as it pleases and I must follow along. Well gosh darn it, I am throwing in the towel.
I am at the stage in the fourth novel where I am tentatively compromising my real life demands with the urgent concerns from my muse. Negotiations, so far, have come to a screeching halt. I am taking a couple of days off to enjoy sweet cocktails with tiny little umbrellas and no nutritional value in them what so ever. I think I planned a couple of courses of food during the week also. Sometimes, folks, you have to know when to step away, close your eyes, and … breathe.