Drowning in Stuff

Well, it’s Wednesday. You know what that means…Confabulator Cafe!

Except, it’s not.

This is the first time since we opened our virtual doors that I haven’t written a post for my Wednesday slot. I didn’t forget. I will admit, I was terribly late, which I’ll talk about in a minute, but when it came down to the wire, I didn’t have a damn thing to add to this week’s topic.

If you’re a writer, you really should head over there. This is an especially good week, I think. We were tasked with sharing links for all our go-to writing resources on the Internet. So far, I’ve seen some of my favorite blogs listed, the same online dictionary and Thesaurus I use named, and Jack even mentioned Duotrope, my favorite place to go to seek out the right markets for submitting short stories.

My spot is only halfway through the week, but my resources have all been tagged already. So, I made a bold decision: They can do without me for the week. Just the one week, mind you.

And in the meantime, I’ll get caught up. Because I am so behind in everything right now:

I haven’t Tweeted anything since last week.
I’ve missed three out of four  of the last posts here on my own website.
I haven’t written my post for Here be Magic, which goes up Friday.
I’m already late for next week’s Confabulator Cafe post.
I have a flash fiction story due for Confabulator by Sunday.
Monster Trivia hasn’t happened for a week and a half.

What the hell? How’d I get so lost?

I’m not really sure, to be honest. Mostly, I blame the short story I’ve been working on. But if you’ll cast your eyes to the right, you’ll see that it’s finally finished. It needs a little more editing before I send it off, but it’s off my plate.

So, here I am, feeling a little like I’m drowning. I’ve got blog tours to arrange for release month, some promotional videos to make, interviews to write up, edits on book two coming next week, and book three waiting for me to get started on it.

But first,let’s clear out the backlog. Once I’ve caught back up, I won’t be as stressed, right?

Right?

Wanted: One personal assistant to keep me on track, make me eat, and tell me what to tackle next. Pay negotiable. You tell me how much you need, and I’ll negotiate you down to working for free.

Deep breath. Back to work.

See you on Friday! (I promise.)