Status Update
And no…I’m not talking about my book, Status Update. I’m talking about my life. So here it goes…be ready because this is going to be a rambling mess.
Basically, in a nutshell, my life has been completely out of control! Summer is typically my time to catch up, to lay down some serious wordage and to relax. Apparently someone forgot to mention that to Summer 2014…or as I like to refer to it …”The Summer that Wasn’t.”
Where the hell did it go? I mean…it started out okay. I cruised through June, happy as a lark, writing my days away in peaceful bliss. Then…July came and it all went to hell in a hand basket. Because of a schedule change at the day job, I had to work a week in July. BOTH of my kids were moving out to attend college, which meant plowing my way through the bedroom messes (OMG the stuff I found under their beds…seriously…horror movie fodder) so that we could at least attempt to pack them up.
July 4th weekend, my husband lost his FREAKING mind and decided to completely redecorate our entire downstairs, which entailed moving my office into the back room, the family room into the dining room, the dining room into my office as well as slapping fresh coats of paint on the upstairs bathroom and the stairway (you don’t want me to describe the way I was holding that ladder so he could reach the second story heights) because what the hell…we had the paint and paintbrushes out, right?
The in-laws arrived from Liverpool at the end of July for a month-long visit and around mid-August, I suddenly–and unexpectedly–acquired the rights to thirteen stories back from a publisher. Which meant I needed new covers, new formatting, a marketing plan, and time to re-upload them all to the etailers. GOD BLESS Valerie Tibbs (who has been working her ass off daily to make me 13 new covers) and RG Alexander’s lovely hubby, Cookie, the formatting genius, who counsels me on the side in terms of marketing and “talking me off the ledge” style advice.
School started two weeks ago, so I’m back at work, running around all day, resetting passwords, teaching lessons on plagiarism and MLA, dealing with no functioning printers, updating the library website and teaching my journalism class.
My kids moved out last week and I’m still not finished crying. This house is too damn quiet. I hate it. I miss them.
In the midst of all of this, I turned 45 and consumed ridiculous amounts of wine. My ass is huge, but that’s September’s problem. So…there you have it…all the sordid details of my crazy life. There are 5 more days in August and I’m ready to say good riddance to the bitch. Bring on fall…I mean…fall should be peaceful, right? RIGHT?
