Overworked and Underpaid

It’s been a busy old week. Late on Monday, arthritis struck with a vengeance when my left hip and knee suffered a flare up, leaving me effectively immobile and doped up on strong painkillers until yesterday evening.

There’s never a good time to suffer the agony of seized joints, but I could have lived without it this week. I had too much to do.

For instance, yesterday saw the release of Voices, through Crooked Cat Books. That was an all day marathon on Facebook, where I had to duck out now and then to sleep off the effects of the painkillers. It was like catnapping on Valium.

I’m over the worst of it and in a hurry to catch up, but there’s no easing of the pressure because today sees the start of the Crooked Cat Weekend Sale. Because it was only released yesterday, Voices has been exempted from the price reductions, but if you’re looking for a quality read on your Kindle, get on over there. Many of the titles are going for half price from now and throughout the weekend.

The Handshaker needs some boost, too, but before I do, it needs a new cover. The existing one isn’t sparkling with the readers. There’s a day or two’s work or I never saw one. And finally, to coincide with the release of Voices, I should have recorded a reading from it, but thanks to a spring cold, I’m croaking like a bullfrog on full reheat.

In the supermarket with Her Ladyship this morning, I spotted the lid on a jar of beetroot that perfectly sums it all up.

I know how it feels.