… somedays a rock.
Today was one of those days. I intended to start on some advance blog posts for a book release. I never even started.
My wife is home, and today was earmarked for paying bills. This involved going twenty miles round trip for a new checkbook register. I refuse to go out looking like hell, so there was also time dedicated to some clean clothes and such. Oh, but wait, I was out of gas too. I had to start down the road at the Maverick station.
It also involved my bank wanting to verify my email address. I checked everything and it looked good. They required me to respond to an email they allegedly sent out.
That email never arrived, and I was locked out of my account for hours. (Wasn’t in my spam folder either.)
Then it dawned on me that they also had the backup email. This is the one we dedicate to shopping and it is our junk address. My wife opened it, and there was the email. It never did come to my actual address. To add insult, I regularly get promotional crap from them at my actual email address. “Hey Craig, here’s a shiny new credit card. Hey Craig, borrow a crapton of money against your house.”
I also had to chase down some tax documents, but that went surprisingly well. I still had to talk to someone in India, but this guy knows what he’s doing. He emailed my document while I was still on the phone. Click-click, and my accountant has it.
There was also a lengthy round of manic bulldog ball playing. While this is always fun, it isn’t as much fun while covered in half-paid bills. A slobbery ball on my power bill kind of plays as a handicap.
Now about this time, I confess to some bad attitude setting in. I can take some responsibility for my lack of success.
I’ll have to take joy in the idea that Saturday and Sunday went well.
If you follow many authors on various media, you may have missed this part of the glorious author lifestyle. This is how it looks sometimes.