Busy Busy

I have: editing this morning, a team meeting later on, a twofer to file, and a shrink sesh in the afternoon, AND a parcel to pick up later in the day.

AND I should do something for Weird Writer Wednesday.

I am BUSY-busy.

Plus the temperature will be soaring to the thirties Celcius [that's late eighties, early nineties in Freedom Units] so it also promises to be a bit of a slog.

I am, naturally, trying my very best.

This isn't so much time management as time juggling. Expect posts in the most spare of occasions.

Update:

I have just learned that I have my math wrong and need to keep my Fridays clear. I shall make adjustments accordingly as time continues.

AUGH!

I have a Promptcast thing to edit, physio today, and a blog post to at least attempt to arrange. Because of Promptcast shenanigans, I have to move my future appointments around. Small beans in the grand scheme of things.

But now my Wednesdays are fully booked out. I can move the Physio to Tuesdays and not worry too hard.

But today... I will not have time for breakfast until it's closer to lunch.

'Tis the way of things, alas.

One day, I

I got a promptcast to moderate, since the stories spilled over. I have shopping to do [fortunately a quick trip to the local shops] and a shrink meet today.

At some point, I will put in 500 words into the Promptcast entry for next week. And write the story du jour.

It's a busy day.

Now that my book is out, I can get back onto other money-scrimping shenanigans. Like working on the entire catalogue of comics I shall be selling off.

I have SO MUCH writing to do today. For the Promptcast newsletter, for the Promptcast, for you, my lovely viewers. And I still have to treat my ankles and work on the dingdang book cover.

...and I plan on trying to enlist the writers on Tumblr later today.

I'm doing my best to get as many words as possible towards that 1 million total.

It's nasty hot, but I also have my post-shopping ice cream to keep me cool enough. And a

I only got a few more leaves rendered, yesterday. My ankle firkin hates me. I forgor to write anything for Weird Writer Wednesday, boo and hiss.

And I need to find a handful of minutes to talk to my lovelies about treating my stupid fucking ankle. Because I need help to swap the cold pack and the heat pack out and maybe even refresh the temperature a smidge.

I should go do that now.

Also in my PLNs... finishing that layer of

I should be posting my Patreon stuff today. I have other work, like editing mentees offering for the Promptcast.

...my sweet Powers, it is full of holes.

My mentee needs to slow the fuck down and take a good solid look at what he's writing while he's writing it. I get frustrated and have to take breaks.

One day, he shall mentor someone who's just like him... MWA-hahahaha. Ahem.

I shall be working on the editing, and the daily tale, and my

I'm getting paperwork for my afflictions in an attempt to get on the disability pension so we all have income to support the household. It might not work, but it's worth a shot.

There's also a writer's grant that I need to look up again and figure out. Also worth a shot.

We don't know when money will be available again, so having multiple incomes will be an improvement on that noise. Looking at things, I'll have to think about what I'm

Done the physio, attended the write-in [nobody else was there], and am now aiming myself at technically-three things:

• One Daily Tale
• Two Revised Chapters

I've already finished the Promptcast, but editing has to happen tomorrow. Julie's gone to bed.

My PLN to work on one such chapter at the Physio was foiled by No Battery. Darnit. I'll have to do that later in the day.

But first, the daily tale.

The moving is intensifying. There has been mention of a truck happening at some point in the week. I may have to wait to shop until next week.

I am endeavouring to focus on today's tale, but I have friends chatting with me on Discord and my lovelies relaying shit into the house.

It's not looking good for story progress. I am DISTRACTED-distracted.

But there will be a daily tale.

Eventually.

There shall be several trips with smaller stuff (and one person) over the passage of a few days. I still have no idea what's happening with moving the awkward stuff. No updates there.

I have fed the birds, the cats, and myself (yay). And helped out a friend with their writing.

The Promptcast is doing Booked For Friday, so I'm moderating over there. THEN I get on with the daily tale. If I'm not delayed by Other Stuff(tm).

I'm probably going

Four people, one cat, and a very small car do not a fast house-moving experience make. The Big Move is commencing in a series of short hops. Today, boxes of stuff. Tomorrow, a person.

There's talk of renting a pod to transport the difficult stuff, but I have no idea if or when that is going to be a thing.

My lovelies are spending a lot of their time unfucking the place they're vacating now, as that's a smidgeon more urgent than

My lovelies should be on their way. I'm all dressed up and ready to go on an epic quest for stuff and things. Which includes some asthma meds because breathing is good.

It's going to be an expensive week, and not just because of the meds. We need to stock up on this, that, the other, and mandatory mealworms for the Magpie Mafia.

They have Butcher Bird goons, now. Word has got out that we are soft touches. Now whenever I step