Busy Bee

Honestly, there aren't enough hours in the day.

On top of work being crazy hectic, I feel overwhelmed with the pile of writing clogging the bar at the bottom of my screen. No, really. Here, I took a picture:

Granted, one of those is a file I am editing for someone else, and there are two of Seeking Eleanor because I am rewriting it. I know she is my first book, but I can't let her go. I left her in a drawer for a long time, but now I feel disconnected enough to rip her apart, axe the terrible stuff and keep the good. It might be wishful thinking.

Still, I am part of this Pankhearst Review site, and I have 14 books to review in my inbox. My box is full and needs to be emptied. I'm sure someone, somewhere, probably down in Texas, will find something dirty about that. And there, in the background, not showing anywhere, is the other story I need to write.

When did I ever find time to tweet or frequent book review sites.

And it's strange, because the busier I am, the less I feel I am doing.

There may or may not be too much on my plate.

I'll let you know in a couple days if I've drowned in virtual files.