I know. I know. I should really start with a reminder that:
Thank you to everyone who helped promote the book. I really appreciate it since it took a while to get this out. One thing lead to another and then I found myself in May. Honestly, it culminated in a really interesting week that I can explain in one of two ways. The first is interpretative dance, but my tutu is in the shop. The second is going day by day and reveal just how much of a battle this felt like. Keep in mind that I’m writing this Friday morning too because you can’t possibly put any more icing on this cake.
This is going to be a tough one to explain because of the lurkers, but whatever. We had a birthday party in the Bronx, which is a drive. It was at a movie theater where the parents who stayed had to buy their own tickets. Totally understandable and my wife decided to be the one to go in. I brought my laptop to work on editing somewhere. Rain meant I had to stay inside. Well, I was handed a ticket anyway. Not that I found a place to work, but then a few wrinkles happened in the party too. Nothing says fun like a power outage and my son kind of stayed off in the corner. Lots of traffic getting home and this left me too exhausted to touch any editing. One day lost, so I had 3 days to edit 205 pages.
Had a plan. Dentist at 9 am and then back home to edit. Still looking tough since Wednesday is publish time. Appointment got changed to 10 am, but the message system forgot to tell me. Dang it. Needed to get some food and shopping too. Why does the phone keep going off? Why do people keep talking to me? Only about 40 pages done. Not looking good.
If there was any day for me to crank out the editing then it’s this one. Wake up, get the kid on the bus, shower, and dive right into it. Stopping long enough to make chipolte chicken and dijon mustard on rye sandwiches then back to work. Only need one hand to eat and another to edit. Get up and stretch. Feeling a little dizzy. Kid is home, so I step away to be a father. Right back into it at night where . . . Really? Is the wife really yelling at the TV? I don’t care what McGee is doing on NCIS this week. Bull can’t hear you either. Are you really swearing at NCIS: New Orleans villains? About 80 pages to go. This is why I can’t have nice things.
Wednesday Warp Speed
I work a little faster on the desktop due to the chair and bigger screen, but I need an . . . Windows Update on the laptop first thing in the morning? I see where this is going. House is quiet, so parents went to gym. I’m just going to claim the desktop and work my butt off. If I can get 30 pages done by lunch then I get Taco Bell. Did 42 by 11:30 AM, so I’m getting my treat. Afternoon was a little slower, but I snagged the desktop again. Then a third time when the kid was watching ‘Angry Birds’. Claimed a final time after my parent of the bedtime stuff was done and book is published by 9:30. I haven’t worked at this speed and focus in years. Stayed up late to get all the promo stuff done because I just wanted to go back to bed in the morning.
I hear really bad coughing in the kid’s room. Check him just in time to get him to the bathroom. Post nasal drip from HELL causes him to puke and his asthma is on the warpath. Yeah, I’m not sending him to school. Thank god I did most of the promo stuff last night, but I’m exhausted. Morning of Justice League Action episodes and then to the doctor. Mild upper respiratory infection that set off his asthma. McDonald’s for lunch only to learn he has no appetite and only wants the toy. Some arguing between us because I’m at my wit’s end and he’s refusing to calm down. Afternoon spent with him sleeping in my bed because he wanted to and demanded I stay next to him. Started with him curled around my leg, which I freed when someone called me. Then it was 2 hours of rubbing his back while he slept and not having anything safe on TV. Some chaos at night, but the day finally ended.
Kid is healthy enough to go to school, but terrified that he’ll give his friends his asthma and allergies. Got him to go and promised him rest when he gets home. What do I do now? Vacuum all of the upstairs and clean the bathroom like I’m being paid for it. Then write this post while I wait for the time to claim what has eluded me for weeks, months, or something. PIZZA REWARD! I don’t care if I had pizza muffins last night. I earned this! Pulled off an amazing editing run, published a new book, got all of the promotions set up, and tended to a sick kid. All of these involved late nights. Maybe I’ll design a few characters for a future series. We’ll see. (Add-On: I was wrong. Warmed up, stretched, and tried to do a little fencing. Popped my left calf muscle on the third lunge. Dang it.)
So, what’s the plan for next week?
- Start final edits on The Life & Times of Ichabod Brooks. Should probably get in touch with the cover artist too.
- Kid has the dentist one night.
- Invention Convention at his school to see ‘Max the Cooking Robot’.
- Sleep apnea consultation for me, which stems from the dentist visit.
- Get back to biking.
- Continue promoting Legends of Windemere: Ritual of the Lost Lamb on Twitter and wherever else I find.
- Maybe try to sleep in? The wife and I are at odds on this one since Sunday is Mother’s Day. To be fair, I never sleep in on weekends and am usually first one up.
- Test out Ichabod Brooks blurbs on Thursday.
Man . . . I’m so tired. Can’t even find the energy to ask a final question. I’ll probably put it on the Thursday post as a bonus since it can be seen as a spoiler too.