We all know December is manic but for me the other really busy month of the year is August. July ends and August lands with a great big thud. It should probably arrive with a loud-speaker announcement to 'get moving'.
It's a birthday month here...my daughter, myself and heck, even the dog celebrate birthdays. (It's not as bad as when my daughter was little and we were in a mothers' group with seven or eight kids all with birthdays within days of each other. That was a lot of parties...although I must say I do miss those days. I guess that's a different post on nostalgia).
Plus it seems to be a month where there are kid-related extras I didn't forsee - a band concert, a dance performance, school athletics carnival, school fundraiser (which I am happy to say I'm not working at or running for the first time in 7 years!!!), inter-school debates andthe list goes on. (Not to reference the un-written nostalgia post again but time is moving so fast it's a shame to miss these events which will be a dim memory soon.)
I also try to go away to the Romance Writers of Australia conference so that's another spanner in the works. There's the logistics of being away (my lovely husband does not have a simple 9-5 job with any rhythm to it so I'm always juggling child-minding as I race to the airport) as well as planthe what to pack, what to wear and of course the pitch preparation.
This year as well i'm working on finalising that paperback version of Mr Right and Other Mongrels and the final edits of Hearts Afire. That flu last week just sucked my brain dry and depleted my creative energy....I had planned to release Hearts Afire in August but I'm now pushing it back to September. I'd rather wait and have it right than race it out and have it below par. When you put your name on the front of something you have to be happy with it.
I am a freak for a deadline...even if it's just one I created myself but sometimes you have to see reason.
Now I had better go do my day-job so I'm not behind in that as well.