One of those days

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that bad. At least I was productive.

I took a vacation day today in the hopes of getting stuff done. Spring always makes for a long haul at work, and the flex schedule provides one downside. The regular weekend is bookended by four ten hour days on each side. This was my attempt to force a three day weekend into the middle of all that.

It kind of sounds like whining now that I read it, but those are some long work days if you add in the commute, the 1/2 hour lunch break and whatnot.

My plan was to schedule a couple of the interviews, work up a shtick to keep the line moving, then work on my own fiction. This is usually a good plan, because authors tend to drag their feet.

This week a bunch of people came through at once. In addition, some of them are starting to show concern. I write about this stuff all the time, but most of my guests don’t become regular followers. Some do, and I understand. They need a place to promote and I provide one. I’m happy to do it, and don’t require anything to host them

When you get 50 applicants, someone is going to have to wait. Many times this solves itself, because people drag their feet. First come – first served. Keep in mind there are 52 thursdays in a year.

Today, I had to run down some covers, blurbs and such, but it all worked out. I assembled and scheduled posts for about six hours. I have Lisa Burton Radio scheduled until the middle of May.

I also received three completed data sheets. This means I have three shticks to work up and send out. I am going to do it this weekend if it kills me. I may just have to do it tomorrow.

My wife needed some help with a project and this ate up a bunch of my time. It also meant dealing with the Mac in the other room. For some reason it and I don’t get along. I had to do a bunch of updates before I could even start. iOS with my iPad is my friend. MacOS is not my friend.

I got everything done, and it allowed her to get everything done too. It was a productive day, even if it wasn’t a fun day. Hopefully, I can get those shticks sent out tomorrow. Here’s the trick: they have priority, but after everything gets wound up around here I can’t produce new fiction. Do I dare work on fiction in the early hours, then attack the interviews later?

In more fun news, Otto discovered an old soccer ball in the back yard. It’s been there for a year, but today it’s the toy of the century. Still photos don’t do this justice, but it’s pretty funny.