Brought to me, by my arch-nemesis, Reality.
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Happy Tuesday, friends. April and Camp Nanowrimo are right around the corner and I am feeling the shame. Yes, I thought I was going to join in this round. No, I am not. Am I disappointed? You bet! But more by my continued insistence on over-scheduling butting into Reality.
Yeah, Reality gets a capital "r", every time.
Am I ready to answer the eternal question of "why do I keep thinking I can do more in shorter period of time"? Probably not.
Am I getting better and recognizing the actual time a task takes me? Eh, a little bit. (Brief pause here for the mental image that comes along with that statement. Please be sure to include the hand gesture.)
March is on the way out and I am still: reviewing a final proof of 3rd Time's the Charm, release date April 10th, continuing the major basement declutter and clean-out started months ago, facing down the ending of my current novella-in-progress, giving a read thru of a friend's soon-to-be-released work, powering through a backlog of course modules from a course that is both sadly and unexpectedly, closing at the end of April, and prepping the upcoming edits for Stormy Weather, due to be released on May 1. There's a monthly and quarterly review and plan still to be squashed into the mix somewhere, as well as all the other personal and home stuff going on.
Did typing all that out reduce my shame any? Actually, it did. If only because when I type out all the things I *think* I'm going to get done before the end of March/April I get a good laugh out of it.
Are you going to be joining in Camp Nano this April? Let me know and I'll cheer you on. And let me know if your plans have run into a little Reality. We can laugh about it together.
