June

June is here.  And I realized that meant several things.  The kids were almost out of school and I hadn’t decided on whether to send the almost 13 year old back to public school.  Shit!

I realized also, that I needed to go into summer school mode.  Summer is where I’ve got the kids every day at work.  Summer is where I employ my friend, my employed- by- a- school- district- so- out- of- work- in- the- summer, friend.   So I have to organize work for her, school practice for the kids and some activity so they don’t sit in front of the t.v. all day.

And I realized my New Years Goals have not been achieved and the year is half over.  Granted, many of those goals and possibilities have changed just a bit, but the primary ones haven’t.  I need to take my writing career to the next level.  And I need to double my salary.

So recently I’ve been taking baby steps toward my goals.  Online dating had taken much of my time early in the year and the fun of it all had consumed most of my drive.  June reminded me that there is more to my goals than just wonderful sex.

I turned back to my unpublished book and started the last edit.  It took me three tries before the muse settled firmly on my shoulders and I worked my way through it.  When its done I’m going to shop it around to agents and if no one bites, I’ll self publish.  Maybe its the compulsive completer in me, but I just have to know if its any good.

And I’ve convinced the boss to spend the money to redesign the website professionally.  Her webmaster had been using templates.  Perfectly fine for our level.  Not perfectly fine to offer our dvds for instant streaming download, though.  Time to go big time.

Now I gotta implement it.   Designing it is the biggest hassle for me.  The rest is checking it and payment.  But I’m not the most creative when it comes to design.  I’m better with words.  I can tell you what I like or don’t like but I’m not that good with turning a blank page into a design.

Sigh.  Aaaand now I have to design a business card for “professional” author, Heather Barton.  Forced creativity.. wheee.


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