Last week's return to work felt pretty odd. I did not feel particularly jet lagged (though my brain was very firmly lodged somewhere up in the clouds still). Nor did it feel like I was actually back at work. It was still a pretty great work week. This is largely because it was all of two days.
I woke up and got to work a little early. With my key having been given to the temp, I couldn't get in so I headed downstairs for breakfast. I worked all day... and by worked, I mean I caught up on a lot of stuff I meant to do while I was away. That afternoon, I was handed a pay cheque, because I get paid in the middle and end of every month. Nice.
Friday was spent in yet another haze, still catching up on everything I missed. There was a lot of work to be done.
Things have calmed now, though, and I should be back to my regular schedule of attempting to write this story that I despise (for no good reason, truth be told), and preparing The Winter Wolf for publication. All that remains on that front, incidentally, is to have the cover finished and paid for. Fingers crossed that happens soon so I can get it all done and ready to be before Can-Con this year.
Speaking of Can-Con, I am yet to pay for my table. I received an email before I left for Australia about it, but for some reason, I cannot find that email. It's driving me nuts! So, I have emailed the organisation again and hopefully I'll have it all sorted by the end of this week. Then I can stop stressing about Can-Con. And, if the book cover is done, I can stop stressing about finishing that.
Then all I'll be left to stress over will be the acquisition of enough stock to see me through Can-Con and the book launch; a book launch I still have to organise. Luckily, that's not happening 'till the end of October, so I have a little bit of time. It's really the purchasing of books to sell that's a problem. Sigh. One day, it won't be a problem!
Also, I did a reading for my mother's writing group in Australia while I was there. I will edit that tonight and have it up and ready for you all tomorrow. It's just a short reading; three odd pages or something. I get very nervous reading in front of strangers and you'll probably be able to hear me fighting tears by the end of the very short reading I did.
Alright, I've spent too much time typing this. I have to get back to writing. After so long away, it's going to be a bit of a struggle. Oh well!