Derp. Okay, so when last we met, I was all set to do marketing starting today. But I didn't know which book was going out. Right? Well...
I would've been fine, if I'd gone right over to Amazon and set a book for free. Hell, I would've been fine if I'd done that at any point before yesterday afternoon. That was when the animal waste hit the spinning blades. The phone rang and we were splattered.
Extended family stuff we couldn't ignore. Nothing tragic, but something necessary to think about and plan for, and it took all the mental energy either of us had right at that time.
Leftovers for dinner. Mindless TV. I remember turning off my computer and telling myself everything was ready for marketing in the morning. I had already printed out a sheet that I use to keep track of my marketing posts and everything. Then into bed where neither of us slept well.
I woke up this morning ready to market. And as I was sitting out in the smoking room, sipping coffee and listening to the plan Hubs came up with at 2 o'clock in the morning, it hit me. I never set a book to start its freebie journey today.
So, no... there will be no marketing today. I'm not sure if I'll even do marketing this week, because of the aforementioned defecate in the fan blades. Life has intruded. There are calls to be made and plans to be put into place. My brain is full of that stuff right now.
Wanna know something really ironic? Yesterday, I gave myself a good talking-to, and I made a plan to start writing again. Before the phone rang, I actually wrote about 800-900 words, and had every intention of going back to work on the story last night. Double derp.
This, too, shall pass.
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