I thought I was doing a good job of it, actually, until I took around and it was eleven thirty and not only had I not blogged myself but I hadn't checked anybody ELSE'S blog, and everyone was asleep and the house was a disaster, and I've got one (count it) day until I have to go back to work.
I can hardly believe I have a day job.
But that puppy's going to smack me in the face on Monday, isn't it?
Anyway, it's been a good week-- Promise Rock hit the website (eeeeeeee!) and I should be getting my five author copies next week (eeeeee!) and I should be getting my one advanced copy of Rampant in a week or two (EEEEE!) and in two or three weeks, I should have two brand new novels on amazon.com (AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Oh come on-- you all knew that the excitement would turn to stark raving terror on the drop of a dime, didn't you?
All that, and I'm feeling guilty for trying to sneak out of bed with Squish and Zoomboy, who were supposedly falling asleep watching Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (which was really cute, by the way). She didn't fall for it, and came wandering down the hall, and I made Mate go deal with her because the dragon was riding me, and now I'm feeling guilt.
Lots of guilt.
But me and Squish have had a good week-- lots of sitting together, lots of snuggling--I started a sweater for her (which may be, as I've told Samurai, an ass-kicking nightmare in pink) but, still--haven't done a sweater in a while. And I forgot how much snuggle opportunity knitting allows me. I need to step away from the computer more often.
And... I'm blathering. But while I'm on full-goofy-blather, I'll mention Roxie's rumballs which made it to me today--and how much the family LURVS them. Roxie also sent a hand-knit cotton washcloth, and you know what? THEY REALLY DO MAKE YOU A KNITTING ROCKSTAR! I'm so glad that works on the receiving end as well as the giving one--it is a universal truth.
I'll sign off soon-- I've committed to taking the two teenagers to an anime convention tomorrow, and I need to get them up and cleaning, and I need to give an hour of couch time to the kids before we leave. I also need to buy a dvd player (cheap) and a copy of The Crucible (not so cheap) and I need to get my ass on line and order some calendars since I didn't do it this last week (I'm a dork!)
So I'm going to send the prayer into the ether for Promise Rock-- I neglected it Thursday, and I'm a superstitious sort, we all know that, and I'm going to think of a contest to have, because I'm almost eyeball deep in author copies, and I think I should give one each away, along with some sock yarn, since I did a stash assessment and I'm hopelessly overstashed.
So here goes with the traditional book releasing prayer: Holy Goddess, Merciful God, Let It Not Suck! And while you're at it? Let me keep my three-star motherhood rating as well.