On this day, with just hours to go before the book releases, I am tired. I want to crawl back into bed and sleep for the rest of the day and night, and I’m a little afraid I might be getting sick.
Not Corona Virus, just the blah and blick kind of sick.
I have a trip planned for Friday, doctor appointments next week and lots to get done. So it figures.
Also, I am still limping on this ankle that has no discernable reason to hurt enough to make me walk funny, and I think it’s all a plot to make walking through the HUGE airport in Denver a trial.
Sometimes we overload our plates, don’t we? Take on more than we can reasonably expect to be able to eat, and end up with a bellyache–metaphorically speaking, this is me today.
Historically, I have always bitten off more than I can chew, but I masticate away until I can swallow, and I get through it. I will do so once again.
I like short stories. Things get busy and time goes by so fast. The world keeps giving us one more thing to deal with. Books sometimes seem like too much to take on, and short stories offer a reading alternative that you can get through quickly.
Scribbles launches in the morning. I’m very excited about that. I’m hoping people will give it a look.
Since you just can’t expect me to leave it at this–a new book release–I bit off some more of the goodies on that metaphorical overloaded plate. I decided to celebrate the release by offering my other e-books for just $0.99 on launch day. That offer will continue until 12:59 on Sunday–plenty of time to choose an inexpensive title.
Keep in mind that all my books are available to read for FREE if you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber.
End of self-promotion plug.
Up next is a plane trip to Denver on the 6th, which I should be looking forward to more than I am. I miss home, I really do. But my ankle is sore, and I am really not happy about the long walk ahead of me in the airport.
I am, however, looking forward to seeing my son and daughter and families and friends. Yay!
Ophthalmologist on Monday, bone scan on Tuesday. Whoop-dee-doo.
I get to sleep in my own bed for the first time since Christmas. I love my bed. I miss my bed. I wish I had the room here for my bed, but my room here isn’t big enough. Oh well. If it was here, I would have to sleep on a couch when I visited home.
I am going to have a busy week. No wonder I am tired.
By the way, I refuse–absolutely refuse!!–to get sick. With anything.
Now, they drier has buzzed at me and I have to go pack.
Wish me luck on the launch and I’ll post about my fantastic trip next week!