My daughter Audrey's twenty-second birthday!
Today was also the day I came to a momentous decision. I will not write or edit anything else until after the Romantic Times convention.
Why, you may ask?
Because I can't.
There's no way I can get all this done. I have to be able to walk (or at least sit up) for the convention next week. I also have to have all my materials done and looking professional before I go, otherwise this has all been a waste of time and energy. Now, I'm not one to perpetuate exercises in futility, but it still makes me feel kind of inadequate that I can't get all this done on my own.
It was hard, admitting that I don't have a big *S* on my spandex superhero suit. I am unaccustomed to confessing my humanity. But, after an hour of staring helplessly at the pile of material and glitter and feathers and sequins and jewels and masks and copies of my book covers on photo paper waiting to be cut and blank CDs and jewel cases and four packing boxes of water bottles and one of magnets and one of document stands--all the time hoping desperately that my pain pill would kick in so I could get up off the couch, common sense won out over ego.
I called my daughter--on her birthday--and asked her to come up and bail me out. She's an artist.
Yeah, I'm not entirely stupid.
She gets here tomorrow, so I spent the rest of the day putting together text documents for the promotional CDs and cleaning the house. We're going to give Audrey a surprise birthday party when she gets here with cake and candles and presents because she didn't have much a a birthday at her house. Then, when she does get here, we can work on these things together.
There's another fringe benefit, of course. Audrey will be bringing her baby who turns six months old tomorrow. So on breaks, I'll get to play with Aurora! Yay!
No word count. Three Aurora Regency CD files, four Cougar Club CD files, the preliminary layout for the Aurora Regency brochure--all are done.