I’ve been crazy busy for nearly a month. What with dad hurting himself—for those of you who didn’t know, he broke his hip, had surgery, and is now in a rehab facility—my schedule was hit hard. And I didn’t have wiggle room to begin with, not after putting books up for pre-order that weren’t already written.

Luckily, I finished the first one, S*x on the Beach. Now, I have to wrap up Hook by next Friday, get it edited, formatted, and uploaded before my KDP deadline hits. I haven’t taken any time off and barely have time to spare to have a cup of coffee with my dd or a meal with family. If I got sick right now, I’d be toast. (I’m knocking on wood, because I don’t want to jinx myself!)

On top of all that, I have a plotting bootcamp starting on Monday and a classful of writers ready for me to lead them. I’m just a little stressed.

Things I don’t worry about and won’t until I reach THE END? Cleaning house, cleaning the pool, wearing makeup, blow-drying my hair, washing clothes, clipping my nails…you get the picture? I’m pretty scary-looking when I’m in deadline mode.

The five-year-old sighs when she sees me. “Do you always have to write?” Yes, baby, I do. Or at least for the next week, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I just have to get there!

So, be thinking happy thoughts for me. Tell the universe I have grit (not that I’m gritty!), I’m fierce, and I’m going to do this!