My brain is all over the place today.
I started my morning with tears when I heard the news about Piper Bayard‘s beloved Daisy, the love pooch, who interviewed me about Red for my tour. On the heels of Jami Gold losing her precious cat, and Serena Lawless worrying about her furbaby Lucy who’s fighting something awful, it’s got me thinking about Angel. She’s been gone four years this spring and our baby Callie is about to have her fourth birthday. That’s a bittersweet thing. I love Callie to pieces, but missing Angel still hurts. Non-pet people don’t understand that losing a pet is like losing a child. It’s wrenching and horrific. And I want to send out love and hugs to everybody who’s lost one. I get it.
Work is insane. We’re about to launch the actual pilot testing phase of a project at work, which means there are 8,000 details to attend to and invariably I’m going to forget. The next 3 weeks are going to be nuts, but they culminate in my meeting Susan Bischoff and Lauralynn Elliott in Birmingham for a writing retreat weekend at the end of the month, and I can’t wait.
I have been firmly back on the exercise band wagon this week. Getting up earlier so I have time to do a full round of 25-30 minutes of HIIT on the exercise bike after weights. Jogging on the off days. I’m up to 2.25 miles, 1.6 of that jogged. My new exercise bike has arrived, but we haven’t put it together yet. Project for this weekend. I’ve been back to eating well to boot, so yay. I’m also researching insulin resistance. Been reading The Metabolism Miracle. I don’t have it but hubs definitely does, so looking at the best means of correcting that for him, while remaining necessarily gluten free. Portability of breakfasts and lunches is a challenge! Because the recommended low carb tortillas and such are not gluten free. Sigh.
The writing has been going well. Sunday: 1003, Monday: 813, Tuesday: 705. I’m moving right along. And I’m amused as hell that Jake is so freaking talkative. With Sawyer I had to practically threaten the boy with thumb screws to get a single word out of him! I haven’t had time to get back to plotting work on Longest Night but that’s fine. It’ll come when it comes and as long as I’m cooking on SOMETHING, I’m happy.
Got my marching orders for the DFW Writer’s Conference, where I’ll be a panelist in May. Looks like I’ll be talking about the anatomy of an indie book launch. Now THAT I can do. Maybe even without hyperventilating! Public speaking should’ve gone on my list of proof I’m human. I’m freaking TERRIFIED of public speaking (which shocks the hell out of anyone who’s met me because I can TALK to anyone). I have a true phobia of PODIUMS. At least on a panel I get to sit.
So…yeah I guess that’s me today. Must get back to the insanity.