I figured I owed you all an update on the ever elusive generate. That became quite apparent after I read a book this weekend—one that I’d read previously but forgot that I read, and it was entertaining so I kept with it. At the end, I see the note from the author saying that the next book in the series is due early 2015. Awesome, I think given it is approaching late 2015 (heck, she may even have two more books out by now, lucky me), and I open up my browser on my phone to search for it on Amazon. Not there. I search for the author on Google and find her web page and Facebook page. No explanations as to why the book is late. Sigh. I go find another book to read, but then realize—yikes, I’m no better. I’m even later at getting my book out than this author. Ever since, my mind has been buzzing with everything that has kept me from getting generate done—from the legitimate to the truly ridiculous.
After all, I was supposed to release generate by the end of 2014 (that promise is at the end of arbitrate after all—and I even left it in to continually remind myself how very, very, obscenely late that I am at getting it done and out).
So the very short answer as to the status of generate is:
– My editor has the first 2/3 of the book and is slowly slogging her way through (due to her own set of distractions—her husband is deployed and she has a baby and toddler at home).
– I’m even more slowly (I don’t want you to think for a moment that my editor will be the bottleneck here) working on that last 1/3.
– I haven’t set a date for release, because, well, I’d probably miss it just to spite myself. And because of all the distractions.
You might be thinking, what on earth could be more important that finishing the last book in the series?
And you might be sorry that you ever asked.
Note that after reading this, you will likely be thinking, if she can write that many words about why she hasn’t been writing full time, she clearly has plenty of time to be writing. Unfortunately, all of the below has been overly occupying my brain instead of the story that I need to be writing. I’m hoping that by writing it down, it will stop haunting me, and I can turn my focus back to book writing. I want generate out just as much as my fans, but I think that you will perhaps understand why I have been preoccupied.
So, let’s proceed with the long explanation…
Here’s where I share way more personal information than I should. But, I’m banking on the reality that everyone has their own distractions going on and can relate on some level. I’m not going to claim that my drama is more serious than anyone else’s drama. I’ve done the serious drama things before—abusive father, child with cancer who needed a bone marrow transplant to survive, suicidal teenager, child that makes poor decisions and reaps some really horrific consequences, and more. Some of my fans have shared heartbreaking stories of their own circumstances, so I know many of you understand hard trials. The last couple years have been more like a dark comedy than complete tragedy (though I do suppose that would depend on how you look at it).
I should say up front that I write best when my mind is immersed in the story—where I’m thinking about it 24/7, I’m dreaming about it, I’m imagining up scenes as I’m out and about, I wake up in the middle of the night and jot down notes, and I carry my laptop with me everywhere and use every spare moment to write. I harass my kids and friends to read and give feedback as I go along.
I do *not* work well when I’m distracted by other things that make the story leak out of my brain faster than a waterfall.
In the last couple years, I have been more distracted than I ever remember being in my life.
Feel free to laugh at my ridiculous trains of thought and circumstances/mistakes of my own making.
Mistake #1?: “I should take a break after arbitrate to spend time with my very neglected family.”
No, of course it isn’t a mistake to spend time with one’s family. You know all those notes at the end of author books where the author (including me) thanks their family for putting up with dirty laundry, dirty dishes, a filthy/unorganized house, takeout food, distracted mom, etc.? Yeah, it turns out that in order to get a book out the door, an author (at least in my case) needs to shut out the world, concentrate, and push a few other things down the priority list—or just let them fall off altogether. But, my children were definitely feeling neglected. So, I needed to rectify the situation.
It was all going something like this:
“Mom, something something something something something” that doesn’t compute because I’m busy.
“Mom, repeats the something something something something” but I’m still busy.
“Mom, you never listen to me. Did you hear ANYTHING I said?”
Yeah, that happens a lot.
My kids know distracted. In the last few years, all five of my kids have been diagnosed with at least mild ADD/ADHD. You know what their psychiatrist told my oldest daughter? “I think you get it from your mom.”
She tells me this. I laugh and say, “I do not have ADD or ADHD. I am easily able to focus. Think about all my projects. I can focus forever on those.”
Her response, “Read this article on hyperfocus and tell me that doesn’t sound like you.” Apparently, folks with ADD have a tendency to hyperfocus.
I read it and roll my eyes a bit. “Okay, so maybe that sounds like me. But obviously I figured out how to work around it.” Sure, I might have the tendency to give a thousand percent to whatever I am interested in at the time (whether that be writing, reading, doing a random project like collecting weapons or building miniature dollhouses…don’t judge—I sucked at that one, or doing a charity fundraiser, or Crossfit, or hiking, or whatever the thing of the moment is) and neglect things like housework and paperwork (I shudder even thinking of paperwork) and pretty much anything else that I don’t want to do. When I get burned out on whatever my current project is, I abandon it and pick another one. Note this kind of behavior is labeled hyperfocus, stupid labels.
She rolls her eyes. “Riiiiight. You totally have it under control.” (Note that she shared this revelation with the other children and now I get snarky comments like, “Mom, mom, stop hyperfocusing.)
But I’m getting off track (won’t be the last time in this post). My point is that I made a decision to spend more time with my children.
Minor (related) digression again—one time, when I was working full time at Microsoft, I got invited to a neighborhood luncheon. I was the only woman there who worked. My neighbors made a comment that stuck with me: “You may have time to work now—but just wait until the kids get older. There’s no way you’ll have time to work.”
I thought there was no way she could be right. Kids are supposed to get easier as they get older, right?
Whoever told me that kids got easier either won the parenting lottery or didn’t have the older kids yet.
I love my kids. They are awesome—highly entertaining, intelligent, and they all have great senses of humor. They also, as all people do, have issues and trials and lots of things going on (many that I would not wish upon any child or parent)—and often need their mom to help.
I have a daughter who was sexually abused at the age of 9 by my best friend at the time’s child who was older, bigger, and a disgusting bully. My daughter didn’t share this with me until almost a decade later (she wasn’t dealing with it herself and maybe, unconsciously, knew she needed to keep me from going postal about it). Let’s just say that this has resulted in severe PTSD, anxiety, and a whole host of physical medical problems for my daughter. The last couple years have been really, really rough for her, and, understandably, she has needed my support. (Note that my daughter has been very open about this—otherwise, I would not be sharing. She plans to dedicate her life to helping abuse victims.)
<Insert shameless plug here for Honey Org—friends of my daughter who are working on sexual assault education and advocacy for victims. They are doing great things. Learn more here: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/honey-org-sexual-assault-education-and-advocacy#/story)>
I have a daughter who had a bone marrow transplant for a stem cell defect (myelodisplasia) and acute myeloid leukemia at the age of 9. She defied the odds (less than a 25% chance of survival), but she has had a lot of late term effects from her treatments. She, too, has needed my support.
I always tell my children that, “They can make their own choices, but they cannot choose the consequences of their choices.” I have a son who learned this lesson all too well. Although these choices and consequences are in the past, he is very hard on himself when he doesn’t live up to his expectations for himself. Recently, at the age of 19, he started his own software company. He had a great idea, so he incorporated, hired developers, and has spent the last many months managing them (while going to school and working). He has meetings with investors lined up, the works. He has been working around the clock—rarely sleeping and rarely eating. His dedication is awesome. But his team hit some snags with launching on time—because the product wasn’t quite ready for prime time and needed a thorough beta test run. He’s pretty bummed about the setbacks and what they mean for his launch plan. It’s been a tough few weeks as he’s had to re-set his own and others’ expectations. I’ve needed to be there for him (I happen to have a lot of experience with software product launches).
<insert shameless plug for Hashtaggy (hashtaggy.co)… it won’t be broadly rolled out for a while and will focus on universities at first, but you can see what my son has been working on. It’s pretty cool.>
I have a daughter who has the sunniest, most positive disposition—who has been heartbroken these last few weeks as school started by “friends” borderline bullying her. She is often crying when I pick her up. I’ve needed to be there for her.
I have a son who is stubborn—including to his teachers. I’ve needed to be there for him.
I got a text this week that said, “I almost killed myself on Wednesday.” I could probably write many novels about the effect of depression and mental illness on the human psyche at this point. It never gets easier hearing things like that. There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your children in pain and not being able to solve the problem for them or make it all better.
In any case, I cannot be apologetic about spending a large chunk of time focused on my children the last couple years.
Mistake #2?: The Money Pit or Biggest Distraction Ever.
I rarely get the mail (in fact, the postman has to dump a huge stack on my doorstep when the mailbox gets too full) because I hate bills (honestly, everything should be on autopay), and I hate junk mail. In approximately February of 2014, I made the mistake of thumbing through one of those real estate magazines full of house pictures with my daughter.
“That is the coolest back yard I’ve ever seen,” my daughter said.
(part of said, “coolest back yard.”)
I looked at the price, and I thought to myself, “Holy smokes. That’s way cheaper than our current house. Impossible. If we lived there, we could put away money for retirement.” And the yard looked like a hotel resort—permanent staycation.
Exactly. Impossible. If it seems to good to be true, it’s too good to be true. Giant red neon signs should have been flashing all over the place.
I showed the ad to my husband (knowing there was zero chance he would want to move). “I don’t care how cool it is. We’re not moving and that’s final.” Called that one.
My mom was in town. I showed it to her. She’s like, “Let’s just go take a look. What can it hurt?”
It can hurt a lot, let me tell you.
We went through the house. The owner (despite having a live-in housekeeper) did not know the meaning of clean. She had an obsession with incense burning candles (can see why now—it was to hide all the musty, moldy smell). And she had truly horrific taste (think neon green walls and 5 different kinds of clashing stone in a single room). The cabinets looked like they’d been painted by toddlers.
Yeah, I can see why it was priced so low. The house would need some TLC—a great paint job at the very least.
I go home. I confess to my husband that I went to see the house. “The house had a good layout but wasn’t in tip top shape. The yard was cool though—might even be room for a sports court.”
Never should have uttered those words. My husband loves basketball. My son was into basketball. When we first moved to San Diego, we looked for a property that had a sports court or room for a sports court, but let’s just say land is at a premium here and the only properties that had space for one were not in our price range.
Suddenly, the “we are not moving ever” turned into a “let’s go look at it.”
The red flags kept flying. The owner was being sued for a plumbing job that she did and her assets might be frozen at any time. The termite inspector found termites and the house needed to be tented. The regular inspector found a laundry list of items. And, the title company swore that the house had been permitted but the paperwork seemed to be missing. Our contractor walked through the house. “The bones look pretty good, but proceed with caution. It would probably take about 6 weeks and cost $X.”
He made us pay dearly for not listening to the caution part of his statement.
But we kept pressing forward and put our other house on the market. After all, this move would save us money. We’d have more money in the bank. The weather was even better (a good 5 degrees warmer). We liked the schools, the area, and the yard…
Putting the house on the market meant getting the house ready to put the house on the market—aka all that stuff that I’d been blowing off while writing? It all had to be done. The house had to be clean and organized and repaired and spotless at all times—and that was pretty much a full time job for someone who had 5 kids and too many pets.
And don’t get me started on the loan process (buying a house before selling the other house requires a bridge loan…ugly). That took way too much time.
We ended up closing on the new house on April 5, 2014. Our contractor had a list of things to do before we could move in from the inspection report. Six weeks. As if.
Flash forward to today. Our contractor “finished up” last Friday (>17 months later). And by “finish up,” I mean that they’ll only have to drop by a few more times to bring replacements for damaged items. And by “finished,” I also mean that we cut them off from fixing the rest because we were sick of them, they were about five times over budget, and we had no more money to give them but the house is not really quite done.
So, some advice: if you ever have an inkling that a house might not be permitted RUN FAR AND FAST. Don’t even give the house a second thought. Do you know how often and much the residential building codes change in 14 years? A lot. Imagine being forced to bring your entire house up to current code—things like updating every canned light in the house to LED cans (putting an LED bulb is not sufficient apparently).
If the person is selling the house because they are being sued over a job they did—and they did a bunch of work on the current house—RUN FAR AND FAST.
Turns out the previous owners failed to disclose a couple hundred defects with the house. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m not even exaggerating although I really, really wish I were.
It’d be difficult to do the entire list, but, for your (horrified) amusement, I’ll give you some examples:
– > 200 foundation cracks/flooring over them improperly installed (so, new flooring required after the foundation being properly treated).
– HVAC system—completely broken/needed to be replaced & not a simple repair as inspection noted
– Water leaks in every bathroom, two in the kitchen, and water heaters (supposed to fix but they just didn’t). So much damage that these areas had to be gutted. Major plumbing issues needless to say.
– Faulty electrical (things like duct taped wires in the attic and live wires going to nowhere).
– The stair railing wasn’t installed properly and by lightly pushing, you could get it to sway a good two feet back and forth.
– “Steam room” installed off the yard. They just “forgot” to waterproof it. They also “forgot” that it isn’t wise to have wood touching dirt. Result—completely rotted out. Had to gut and put entire thing on concrete blocks. Now have a changing room (because inspector wouldn’t let it be a steam room given that their “water source” was an old hose spicket and they used undersized indoor wiring with no conduit outdoors to fuel it).
– Drainage system in yard failed & previous owner buried old sprinkler system without capping it off & didn’t replace it—major lake/river system under house and yard that would have eventually caused a sink hole & was killing off trees. That only just got fixed. We now have a sump pump in the yard to manage the water.
– No outdoor lights worked (and because they were broken, the owner was using Christmas lights around trees with extension cords running right by the pool…smart—if you want to be electrocuted).
– The supposed “pool solar” had so many breaks in it, that when we turned it on, it was like a giant waterfall over our house.
– Pool equipment broken.
Anyway, you get the idea. If it could be broken or defective or damaged or junky, it was. Every time we thought we’d found the last of the issues, another issue would be found.
So how is this even relevant to generate? (You perhaps are agreeing with my kids’ psychiatrist about me having ADD at this point lol.)
Well, because contractors are THE BIGGEST DISTRACTION EVER. They are more distracting than children–by a lot!
They had four months to get the house done before we moved in.
Every day: “Can you come over and approve this?”
I’d drive the 15 minutes out to the new house (longer if I hit lots of traffic lights), look at what they needed, and drive back.
An hour later: “Can you come back out? We forgot to show you such and such.”
“Yeah, sure.” Because, you know, if I didn’t, it would just take them even longer to finish.
One day, we showed up to see what they’d done. They’d ripped almost every plant out of the yard—it was the frigging plant apocalypse. See for yourself:
Me to our general contractor: “Why on earth would you rip all the plants out of the yard? Do you know how much it will cost us to replace all of those? Not to mention that the HOA is going to have a fit and we have to have any new landscaping approved by them.”
His answer: “I didn’t like them and they were in the way of where we need to run the new sprinkler system and low voltage wire for lights.”
(There have been thousands of conversations like that one with our contractor in the last 18 months. Most of them are more like, “You told me that Y would cost $X. I only approved $X. The bill you just handed me is three times that.” Response: “Well that didn’t include the labor or the painting or this and that and the other thing.” Me: “I asked you how much, in full, Y would cost. That is all that you can charge me.” Him: “Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine… That wasn’t what I meant and look at how amazing it looks and do you know how many hours the guys spent and blah blah blah excuses excuses excuses.”)
We moved into the house in July of 2014—3 1/2 months after closing.
The contractors tell the movers: “You can put bedroom stuff in the bedrooms. Everything else can go in the living room—but not against the walls. They were just painted this morning.”
We pretty much camped for a long time. The kids’ rooms were done. Master was half done. No kitchen. No family room. No office. No eating area. And the yard was completely torn up. So that great yard that we bought the house for? Could barely even use it that whole summer.
The interruptions were WAY worse once we were in the house. Pretty much every few minutes, “Can you come look at X?” “Can you please approve Y?”
I told them, “I need to work. You can catch me at the beginning or the end of the day.”
Knock, knock, knock. “We’re really sorry to interrupt but this is an emergency.”
Which way a tree should face is not an emergency.
They thought everything was an emergency.
We are SOOOO very happy to have them (mostly) out of here. And, in the end, we do love the house (if not the associated hassles with it).
Now that they’re out of here, maybe I can finally get some work done?
Mistake #3?: “If the kids aren’t going to use the amazing yard that we bought for them, I’ll find people who do appreciate it to use it.”
We put in the sports court. My son joined a year-round basketball team. Then he got diagnosed with Osgood-Schlatter disease. The budding man-child is growing so fast that his growth plates are out of whack at his knees and cause a lot of pain.
Solution? He quits basketball. Guess how much that sports court that we “had to have” is getting used? Pretty much only when we have people over.
My older kids seem to be allergic to the outdoors and do not take advantage of the gorgeous back yard. My 14 year old daughter and 12 year old son will have friends over and use it on occasion. But it’s certainly not been getting daily use.
So, I invite other families over to use the pool. “Just text me whenever you want to come over.”
Turns out other people’s kids appreciate our house and yard a lot more than our kids do.
I love it when our yard is getting used!
It gets used a lot.
I’ll sit down and start working.
“Can we come swim?”
Yay! Someone is going to use the pool today. I should clean up a bit.
They show up. Focus lost again. It would be rude not to at least say hello.
Adult conversation is pretty nice.
I should be able to enjoy our yard too. I’ll just sit out here for a little while.
The distractions really pile up.
Another text: “It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow. Can we come over?”
I should bake her son a cake.
Her son and all of his friends show up for the “birthday party.”
“The more the merrier.”
I didn’t know it was an actual birthday party. No big deal though. I’m just glad I baked a cake.
“Can we have the church social at your house?”
Yay. Our yard is being used again. But I will need to get the house cleaned up, yard cleaned up, bake some stuff, wash the pool towels, and prepare for that…
My daughter: “Can I have a back to school party?”
My daughter: “Can my class have a swim party?”
My husband, just today: “Can I have my work team over on Saturday? It can be casual.”
Need to figure out what to serve, go shopping, clean the house, etc., etc.
I don’t begrudge anyone using our house—I honestly do love it. It just comes with associated work (not writing work) and distractions. But I can’t and won’t stop offering because if we’re going to be paying off the loan (yeah, so much for saving money) on the stupid place for the next umpteen years, I’m going to make sure that it get used.
Mistake #4? Movie deal. I hope you realize by now that none of these are actually mistakes. They are just reality and take my time and attention away from writing. I really like the production company (Pathbender) who is working hard to try to turn the daynight series into movies. I met with them when they were down for Comic Con. They are huge LOST fans like me, have great senses of humor, and are fully behind my series. But, as will anything that is not book related, it can cause some distractions.
“Hey, looks like we let our contract lapse. We would like to renew.”
<Insert time spent on that>
“Hey, can you send me all the information you would include in a brochure on The Second Chance Institute? We want to do a concept trailer for the movie. We even have the perfect guy in mind to play Ted “Spud” Rosenburg aka Mr. Potatohead.”
“Awesome! Of course!”
<Insert time creating SCI brochure>
“Can we get synopses of all your books, including the one you are writing?”
“Of course!” Bashes head against something hard and mentally curses self for not having these already written.
<Insert time writing synopses>
“We’re sending over some paperwork for your lawyer to review…”
<Insert time spent with entertainment lawyer>
If the movies get made, it will all be worth it. Even if they don’t, it has been a great experience.
Mistake #5? “Mom, when’s the last time you went to see a doctor? You always make us go.”
Grumbles, “Maybe a few years ago?”
After being harassed for months (years?), I find a doctor (I lost the info for my other doctor after they misdiagnosed whooping cough as a “cough that should go away soon without antibiotics” a few years back…six months to be fully healthy again).
Turns out that doctors don’t think a career that requires 10-14 hours a day screen time coupled with a sugar and Diet Coke addiction (not to mention a slipped disc in my back preventing heavy exercise) is a good thing—especially when one’s cholesterol is up.
Yeah, I’d already ditched the sugar before going in—but still…
After a well-deserved lecture, she told me that I should do this crazy diet that would help me cure my sugar addiction (and to read the book on it) and exercise daily to get healthy. I told her that I was game. After hearing the, “Do you want to get such and such or have this problem or this other problem” chat, I figured that I better get on top of this.
She told me that I had to see a nutritionist before I started. The nutritionist was very anti-diet and gave me a book that I can only characterize as the equivalent of a Nicholas Sparks movie in anti-diet book form. (I apologize to all Nicholas Sparks fans—but I just…can’t…).
The book had some fabulous advice like:
“Honor your hunger.”
“Make peace with food.”
“Feel your fulness.”
“Honor your health.”
“Stoke your metabolic fire by getting sufficient fuel throughout the day by eating whenever you’re hungry.”
I almost vomited while reading it, but I made it through and went back to my doctor to talk about the diet (the anti-diet book did not cure me of whatever it was meant to cure me of).
My husband decided to do the diet with me.
My days now go something like this…
– Pick my daughter up from early morning class while sucking down diet coke (thank goodness—the diet does not forbid it…bad enough giving up sugar).
– Make breakfast. Eat breakfast. Clean up from breakfast.
– Take kids to school.
– Walk five miles. Bit of running in there to keep heart rate up. Lots of hills. (Note that this is a definite “downgrade” of activity from a few years ago aka when my husband and I hiked 13 miles with 3000 foot elevation gain and ran the entire way back down because we were going to be late picking up my son from preschool).
– Often, go buy food (because the diet allows for No Processed Foods and thus everything must be Hand Prepared). I’ve been to Costco more times in the last 6 weeks than in the last couple years.
– Eat lunch (and hope that there are leftovers and that I don’t have to resort to eating Costco turkey *again*).
– Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be writing. Open up generate and start writing. Get a few paragraphs in.
– Text from <contractors, kids, husband> interrupts me.
– Where was I?
– Another text from <contractors, kids, husband> interrupts me.
– Back to it.
– String of random pictures, memes, and assorted (also random) articles sent by text.
– Reread entire last chapter to try to get my head back in it.
– Email from son’s teacher because he missed an assignment (or other Interrupting Factor or item needing Crisis Management).
– Oh look at that—it’s time to pick up the kids from school.
– “Mom can you drive me to <piano, friends, store, etc.>?” (you should know by now the answer: “Of course” with no exclamation point because the enthusiasm is just not there for taxi services). Or there is some sort of appointment—most recent have been a slough of dentist appointments and a consultation for my son with the orthodontist. I’m this impatient at the ortho: “So, how soon can you get the braces on him?” (like it is his fault that I have put this appointment off for 2 years). “Well, let me check the schedule… Looks like I could actually stay and do it now.” “Yes, please, lest it take me another two years to get back here.”
– Prep for dinner.
– Make dinner.
– Eat dinner.
– Clean up after dinner.
– Give up on getting any work done when I get the inevitable, “Mom I need a ride to…”
– Start to read. Feel guilty around 10pm when the nagging mental reminder from the nutritionist that “all electronics should be turned off to insure a good night’s rest” goes off in my head. “I’ll just read until 10:30pm…” (last night—11:30pm)
On the good news front, I’ve maybe erased the impact of the first 2 2/3 full length novels & 1 novella from my body. On the bad news front, my doctor has insisted this be a 6-12 month deal, and there is no sugar anywhere in my future. (Right…supposed to be curing that craving.)
Note: do not show me any pictures of protein. Have hit Major Protein Burnout.
Note 2: sometimes the anticipation of the crisis or text or interruption makes me think, “Why bother even trying today since I know I’ll be interrupted?” There have been a few days where I’ve filled the (minutes of) uninterrupted time with reading…or some Netflix (when I was sick).
Mistake #6?: “I want to go on vacation.”
Our family loves to travel. My 14 year old daughter loves vacation planning. After my friend talked me into watching Outlander and seeing the beautiful scenery, it reminded me that we had thought about doing a cruise of the British Isles. We decide to look again. And, no, I wasn’t going to try to see Outlander sites or in hopes of a Sam Heughan sighting. I could have done that right here in San Diego IF I had remembered to apply for my Professional Comic Con pass on time, silly me.
I won’t go into all the details, but I seem to forget how much work it is to plan a vacation (plan every day, buy tickets, arrange tour guides, buy needed items, pack, etc.)—particularly when there are 5 kids and my mother involved.
Mistake #7?: Driving.
I love to drive. I love my fast car. But during my taxi driving a while back, I got into a fender bender. It was a really minor accident. Very little car damage to both cars. The cars drove away from it. All parties were walking around, uninjured. No medical attention was needed. The police didn’t even get involved.
But, I’m being sued by the other party in the accident—got served last week.
It must have gone something like this in the other party’s head: “Wow, her car is pretty nice. I bet I could get some money out of this. I should call one of those slimeball ambulance chasers who can send me to an unethical doctor who can concoct a bunch of fake injuries, and then I can claim lost wages and all kinds of other completely (false) things that could win me the lottery.” (The lawyer and doctor are well known to our insurance company for this kind of bogus stuff.)
We have good insurance, but it is yet another distraction that I don’t need.
I find it rather ironic. We get sold a house where the owners, the title company, the realtor, and the HOA all LIE OUTRIGHT to us, withhold vital information, and cost us an absolute FORTUNE—and, do we sue? No. Even though we have true, legitimate cause and really were the victims of major fraud. Why not? Can you imagine what a distraction that would be? Yikes.
But, hey, this person wants a huge payout over completely falsified claims.
What is wrong with people?
So there are some of the many reasons why I have failed to deliver generate in a timely fashion. And I didn’t even mention things like our rooster (strike that) cat who likes to howl outside our door, often starting at 4am, without stopping until such time as I get up and give him food and attention. Or the class that I teach every other week that requires a lot of preparation. Or the million other everyday things that need doing like laundry and cleaning (because having our house on the market and moving cured me of my ability to let those things go). Or my carpal tunnel that keeps putting me out of commission for days at a time.
I feel absolutely terrible about generate being so late, but I also don’t know what I would have done differently other than not sleep. But, I am already a horrible sleeper, and I don’t think you’d like the book much if I wrote it on even less sleep. It would likely have a very depressing ending because I’d be in a terrible mood :).
Thank you to everyone’s patience during this long dry spell. It is truly humbling that people are still reading my books and still sticking by me and keeping a lookout for generate—despite the fact that I haven’t done any marketing in a year, have been a complete failure on social media, and haven’t delivered book 3 on time. I appreciate the notes of encouragement I receive. Many of you have been with me from early on and waiting almost two full years. You are amazing, and I am grateful to each of you.
I promise that as soon as I have a date, I’ll let you know. Actually, as soon as I have a date, I’ll put generate up on Amazon for pre-order.
(LOL, this post is > 6,000 words and only took me a couple hours, so I really have no excuse. I just need to get the story back in my head so it flows as freely as this did!)