Rules Were Made To Be Broken. Guilt Meant To Be Felt

So, my mother came in a little while ago and asked I would be willing drive my parents and we would go out to lunch tomorrow. Let me explain. I live with my folks. My father is ill, the details are not something he would want me to go into, but it means my mother is his caretaker. I am here as her backup and support, so when she comes in and asks if I want to go to lunch with them tomorrow, I know that the answer will be yes, even if I’m in a creative convent. Family comes first.

Breaking rules has been on my mind today, because I think I broke one. I spend this afternoon at the library. I was working, I swear. I have almost completed one of my big marketing jobs, putting the print version of my book up on Createspace. It is in the review stage, so that is almost done. As soon as I know I will set up one of my other big marketing missions, having a giveaway on Goodreads. I think both will help boost my sales. Another of my goals was while in convent was to complete two online classes I signed up for, and I was listening to the next to the last lecture in one of them. Unfortunatly, I was also doing my e-mail check and I happened upon a list of new CD releases. That got me thinking about music I wanted to listen to and before I knew it, I was ordering stuff from the library. I didn’t even think about it. Then I did and shut things down. I don’t know if it was the different setting or what, but I think I just cheated. Now, it seems, I’m going to confession. Please, forgive a lapsed creative for getting lost in wanted to listen to new music and not thinking. I will do better in the future.