Have you ever felt like your life has totally gotten out of hand? I think I'm there.
I've been so hung up on writing deadlines, that my house looks like a bomb went off in it. I finally got the yard under control with the help of a very kind neighbor, but the indoors is nowhere I could entertain company right now, so I need to get on top of that.
I have bags of stuff that needs to go to the Goodwill donation center, but of course, I haven't taken it yet because I still have more to add to it. Don't even mention my basement or garage. I think they both need to be nuked from space. It's the only way.
And on top of that, I have not one, not two, but three more books to be working on. And I am. S-L-O-W-L-Y. Along with four blogs, full-time work, and now to round that out, David is giving us issues in school, back-talking teachers and refusing to do his work sometimes. This boy has never been anything but a model student his entire life, and now? Out of the blue, here comes the attitude. Testosterone: it's a hell of a drug.
The bottom line to all this is that I have to simplify. I cannot possibly manage all of this immediately by myself. I've got a book launch coming up in less than 90 days, and that's going to take some priority for a while. I've only got one chance to make a good first impression, after all.
So here's what I'm going to do:
1) Three new books becomes two that I'm working on, at least for the very near future.
2) I'm giving up on the Dublin trip and spending my entire Thanksgiving weekend deep-cleaning my house.
3) I'm reducing the frequency on my blog posts. From now on, you'll see 3-4 a week instead of a solid M-F blog, at least until after the book launches. Sorry guys, but I just don't have the room in my brain for interesting ideas or the room on my calendar to write them out.
I need to get a grip, and that's hard to do with flailing hands.