When I write a book I have a round about time to finish it, edit it, then publish it. These dates will change by a few days up to a week and I know that. Something pops up, a family member needs help, or a case of the “I dun wanna’ takes hold. It’s a all things that cannot be helped or natural occurrences but as of Saturday I looked in my Writing Bible (my schedule for anything related to writing or WB for short) and my heart dropped. My publishing dates are way of course and it pisses me off.

Why?

I dropped the ball. Hard. I know how it happened. I know why it happened. And I have no one to blame but myself.

Because of this I now have to go through my WB and figure out new pub dates. I hate doing this. One I’ve already figured out so all I have to do is figure out the timing for the other three. That’s right. Three.

I will get it done and I will do it. I’ve the feeling I’ll be extremely busy for the next few months.

Let the chaos begin.