(Please excuse me for this non-writing related post. Sometimes, I just need to write my thoughts out.)
My husband and I are evaluating preschools/daycares for our boys again. The school they’re currently in, a school which we love and can afford pretty well, has a policy that kids in their 3 year old preschool class are potty trained. Minion C is completely trained; Minion M absolutely refuses to go poo in the potty.
We’ve tried everything with M. It’s not a developmental thing because he went a few times in the potty back in April/May. He just stopped. And refuses to try again. We’ve pushed him to try to go these past two months because we knew we were on a deadline, but no luck. If we want him to be in a class with kids his own age instead of the 18 month – 3 year old class, then we have to switch schools. Plus, I’m done with trying to “force” him to poo on the potty. That’s not working, so I’m stepping back and letting him decide when he’s ready. No more pressure.
I’ve visited several schools multiple times these past couple of weeks. Our two good choices are both several hundred dollars more than what we’re paying. One school has computer time, a “gym” area, and yoga class, but I don’t get the warm fuzzy feeling from that school’s teachers. I get the warm fuzzyies from the other school’s teachers, but it’s several hundred dollars more than the other school, there’s no gym (it’s freaking HOT in Texas! I’d love for them to get indoor exercise in the afternoons) and computer classes cost extra.
I really don’t want to change schools. The teachers at their current school are loving, they’ve been there for years (teacher turn over is important to me), the office staff is great, they go to computer lab twice a week, have Spanish class (90% of the class is done in Spanish) twice a week, go to the gym twice a week, and have a music class once a week. All of those are given by teachers that are there specifically for those classes. We love the playground (lots of shades, room, bikes, etc). They even have a pool! Yes, a pool! Minion C got to go swim twice a week for 15 minutes (shallow area of the pool; there’s a deeper end for private/group lessons). I’m not quite sure why their school costs less than the others when it appears to be so much better. They had a tuition hike this year, but only by about $20 a week, and since our boys are 3 and not in the baby room, we break even on that.
Ugh. So stressed about this. I keep trying to write, but then think of something else related to school stuff and get distracted. Like… we’re lucky we have this problem. In a couple of years, when we go to public kindergarten, we won’t have a choice in schools. We won’t even have a choice in teachers*. Our kids will be shoved into a class with no regard for what works better for them, or what are preferences might be.** The only way we can have a say in the school is if we sell our house and move. It’s crazy thinking of the time and thought we put into this now, knowing that, in two years, we’ll just have to be satisfied with whatever we get.
It sure would help if Minion M would tell us exactly WHEN he’s going to decide to be potty trained. If it’s one or two weeks from now, we could probably stay in the school, but we have no idea if it’ll be six days from now, or six months. Thus, the move.
I’m thinking it’ll be a temporary move. We can go back to their current school when M is fully potty trained, assuming they have room. I just worry that changing twice in a short amount of time is too much change, and that they’ll miss out on something while they’re gone.
I’m probably over-stressing about this. Whatever we do, it’ll be okay.
* There are some really, really, really awesome teachers out there! And we’re fortunate that the schools around us, especially the elementaries, are filled with great ones. But there are some bad ones out there. I know that for a fact, because I was one of them. I taught 9th grade world geography for two years, and was abysmal at it. One, geography? Boring! Two, I don’t have that drive to make kids who don’t want to learn, learn. Three, I wanted a job that ended when I went home (so I could write!), and good teachers work all the freaking time. In fact, I get pissed when people talk about how teaching is such a great gig because the kids go home by 3pm and they get the summers off. Many teachers work in the summer and, in most districts, attending a certain number of development classes is required. That doesn’t even count the planning teachers do in the summers. Or the money they spend. Heck, my mom, who taught 1st grade for around 25 years, spent a fortune on things for her kids and classroom. Seriously, a FORTUNE. And she was always working. Good teachers work their asses off.
** I’m overreacting a bit here. My area has good schools. My reasonable, level-headed self knows that, if a classroom wasn’t working out for one of my boys, the teachers and staff would do their best to find a solution that worked for everyone.
I’m super picky about TV and movies. It’s hard for me to sit through a two hour show, and even one hour or thirty minute shows have a difficult time catching my attention.
This last year, though, we stumbled across the TV superhero show, ARROW, on Netflix. It was actually really good. Super hero shows tend to be… well, super cheesey to me. I mean, HEROES started off well – save the cheerleader; save the world – but by season two, I was done with it. It turned ridiculous, and I didn’t want to waste my time, especially when I have books to write.
But the whole first season of ARROW was excellent. And there were so many episodes! It took us several months to watch the season, and when it was over, I missed it. And my husband and I were out of things to watch.
I asked for suggestions on my Facebook page. We tried out three or four shows – SCANDAL, ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK, HOUSE OF CARDS – before we tried JUSTIFIED.
We LOVE it!
My husband is usually the one who decides what we watch, mainly because I don’t pay much attention to what’s out there. We’d both heard good things about JUSTIFIED, but because he was convinced it was a western (based on the cowboy hat and the fact that it stars Timothy Olyphant from the most excellent show, DEADWOOD (I’m still oh so sad they never finished that show!)), we never tried it.
We were both surprised when we discovered it’s not a western. It’s set in the present day. The main character, Raylan Givens, is a U.S. Marshall with the personality of an old west, shoot-em-up-at-the-OK-Corral cowboy.
It’s like urban fantasy.
Urban fantasy takes paranormal beings and throws them into a modern day, real world setting.
Justified takes an old west cowboy and throws him into a modern day, real world setting.
The result is an awesome show.
I was worried around episode two or three, that the show was going to be too episodic and police procedural for me. I don’t like episodic and police procedural. That’s why I don’t watch any of the Law and Orders or CSIs. I need a story arc that continues over a season or more.
Justified does that. And as an author, I really freaking admire the writing in this show. Timothy Olyphant gets some great lines. So do the other characters, and I’m surprised by how often I laugh out loud while watching the drama. No slap stick comedy here. It’s all sarcasm, irony, and situational humor. Love. That.
Have you watched Justified? Are you caught up on the seasons? I’m looking forward to starting season two!
I love the internet. It makes it easier to delete scenes from my books because they don’t have to be permanently gone.
I’m deleting the scene below from my WIP. It’s not a bad scene. I kind of like it, actually, because it shows the type of person Rykus is. But I’m not so sure it moves the plot forward any. So, I’m going to cut it.
Dang it, I’m already trying to talk myself into putting it back in the book. Maybe I NEED a scene showing what kind of person Rykus is. This is a snippet from his real job, his normal life, and not from the main plot of the book.
Well, obviously I need to think about this some more. But I’m still posting it here. Because I can.
“Come in, soldier,” Rykus said.
Henel strode into his office, came to a brisk stop in front of his desk, and saluted again.
“Requesting permission to speak freely, sir,” the kid said.
“Go ahead, Henel.”
“I know why I’m not on the list, sir.”
“Do you,” Rykus said, his voice monotone, his customary scowl in place.
“Yes, sir. And while I respect what you’re trying to do, sir, it’s wrong. I signed up for the Corps after my father’s death. I know the risk.”
He almost laughed at that. Few people on board the Obsidian knew exactly what they were preparing for. If they did, Rykus would be hearing a hell of a lot less bravado in the corridors. All they knew was that the Fighting Corps was planning for an op important enough for the war chancellor to come on board. Most probably suspected the anomaly in the brig was involved in some way, too, but the rumors circulating about Ash were about as accurate as the council’s shipyard schematic.
“The rest of my bunkmates are on the op, sir.” He blinked when a bead of sweat slid down his nose. “I can’t be the only one who stays behind.”
“Perhaps you’re not on the roster because you’ve been in the Fighting Corps for less than three years and you have zero combat experience.”
Henel opened his mouth, closed it, opened it and made a strangled noise before he shut it again. Obviously, he hadn’t thought about that. If he had, he would have looked at the other names on the roster and known that a good number of men and women were in the same standing as him, fledglings in the Corps.
But Henel was exactly right. Rykus omitted his name from the roster for purely personal reasons. He’d made two promises. The first was to his father above Gaeles Minor, just minutes before their dead ship rammed a Saricean vessel, killing everyone but Rykus. The second was months later, when he’d visited Tressa Henel to tell her that her husband had died bravely.
J. T. was their only child, and Tressa needed him to be safe.
Rykus’s artificial shoulder throbbed with the memory of that catastrophe. He should have died on that op the same as the others, but some fickle twist of fate had not only allowed him to survive, but had turned him into a fucking war hero.
“Sir,” Henel said. “If that’s the case-”
“I’ll put you on the roster, corporal,” Rykus cut him off. “You want combat experience, you’re going to get it.” And I sure as hell hope you live to regret it.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best to-”
“You’re dismissed,” he said.
Henel snapped to attention, saluted, then did an about face and exited Rykus’s office.
I flew to San Antonio last week for my very first RWA National Conference.
It was awesome.
It was packed with authors who love and write romance. The workshops were phenomenal, and so were the keynote speakers. I left San Antonio exhausted, but rejuvenated, too. I can’t wait to publish my next book! I can’t wait to see the cover, work on the edits, then publish it and finish the next book. January 2015, you guys. It’ll be here sooner than you think!
Here’s a short video I put together with photos from the conference. My favorite workshop was Practical Self Defense for Writers and their Characters with Cathy Tully, Rayna Vause, and K.M. Fawcett. In just one hour, I learned a ton about my own personal self defense – tuck chin! drop! kick! run! – and some good stuff to put in my books. Yay!
Fighting a cold today and couldn’t concentrate on my sci-fi project. So I toyed around with this because it was fun. Also because I miss Aren.
Warning: First draft and written under the influence of cold meds.
Aren’s POV #1
The stone in the blacksmith’s hand glows blue as he drags it along my sword one last time, sharpening the blade with his magic. The metal is dark and unevenly shaded, not pure and pretty like the Court fae’s. But this is the way it should be. It will kill just as efficiently.
The blacksmith hands the weapon to me.
“Aren,” someone calls out. I recognize the voice, and I roll my shoulders, loosening my muscles before I turn. It’s Isyll, one of our palace spies.
“You’re early,” I say, keeping my voice calm and unconcerned. Isyll jogs toward me, breathing rapidly. Edarratae flash across her skin, protesting her presence in the human world. The bright blue lightning looks agitated, and the sweat beading on her forehead indicates she fissured multiple times to get here. Good. We can’t afford the Court fae learning our location.
“The king knows,” Isyll says when she reaches me. “He knows we learned the shadow-witch’s name.”
The blacksmith curses, and a murmur runs through the other fae who are near enough to hear her words. Trev, a fire-thrower who’s even more impatient than me to kill the shadow-witch, rises from the edge of the porch of the abandoned inn we’ve taken over.
“We learned her name too easily,” he says, moving to my side. “The king has set a trap for us.”
“The king has made a mistake,” I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Wait here.”
I open a fissure and disappear into the slash of white light before anyone says another word. The chill of the In-Between sharpens my mind, and an instant later, when I step into my room on the inn’s third level, I know exactly what we will do.
I grab a bag from a trunk in the corner and leave the room. Via the door, not a fissure. I can’t risk the In-Between stealing the contents of the bag.
Taking the stairs three at a time, I make it back to the front door within a minute of my departure.
“We go after the shadow-witch, now,” I say, striding onto the porch. I loosen the drawstring on the bag then toss it to the ground. Dozens of anchor-stones spill out. “They’re imprinted with the location of her school. We’ll take her there.”
“That’s not our plan.”
Trev and the other fae straighten when they hear Sethan’s voice. I don’t. I hop off the porch, pick up one of the anchor-stones, and toss it to my friend, the Realm’s future king. “I made a secondary plan.”
Sethan catches the stone in the air. “When-”
“Naito looked up everything about her he could find.” Which, admittedly wasn’t much. “She has a class schedule. We’re going to disrupt it.”
Sethan’s brow furrows while he weighs my words. He has more concerns than I do. More responsibilities. He has to think about the repercussions of my actions, how they’ll be interpreted by our allies, and even by our enemies. I don’t care what the others think. I have one objective: to keep this rebellion alive and thriving. To do that, I have to take out the shadow-witch. She’s tracked down and killed too many of our fae.
“No.” Sethan shakes his head. “We need her to be alone. We’ll wait at her home.”
“The king won’t let her return to her apartment,” I say.
“We’re not certain the McKenzie Lewis we’re targeting is the king’s McKenzie Lewis.”
“Naito’s looked at all the possibilities. This one is the best candidate.”
“I don’t want-”
“Sethan,” I interrupt. “We need to do this. We need to eliminate her. She almost tracked me. If she crosses paths with you, and reads your shadows, everything you’ve worked for will be lost. This rebellion will end.”
He isn’t convinced yet. It takes everything in me to stand my ground, not to push him too hard on this. He’ll come to the same conclusion I have in time. But time is the enemy. If the king knows we know the shadow-witch’s location, he’ll send his swordmaster to save her. I would relish that fight, but not today. Today, we need to cripple the Court fae.
“The nobles who support us are growing nervous,” Trev says beside me. “They’re afraid of the shadow-witch. They think she’s immortal and infallible.”
I fight to hide my smile. Perfect timing, Trev. Political pressure will bring Sethan to my view.
“This opportunity won’t come again,” I say, just one more small nudge.
Sethan closes his eyes, and my adrenaline spikes. I’ve won.
“Stay invisible,” he says. “Watch your weapons. I want no human witnesses.”
I palm an anchor-stone. Trev and ten other fae do the same. I scan their faces quickly then meet Sethan’s gaze.
“We’ll have only one human witness,” I tell him. “And she’ll be dead in a few minutes.”
Grinning, I draw my sword then open a fissure. The king will soon learn what it feels like to lose a valuable asset.
I learned a new bookish term today: sleeping hero legends.
I came across a link to this article on Facebook. It’s written by Jack Campbell, who writes an awesome military science fiction series. Seriously. Awesome. It holds my attention and keeps me breathless on the edge of my seat. And it doesn’t even have romance in it. A book that can do that these days is really, really awesome.
Campbell’s Lost Fleet series is a sleeping hero legend. The premise is that a spaceship captain dies saving a fleet from total destruction, but a century later, his escape pod thingy is found. He’s awoken from a long sleep and learns that his “last stand” has granted him hero status, and that the fleet idolizes him and his war strategies. It’s a really cool idea, and very well executed.
Another sleeping hero legend that I adore? Accidental Goddess by Linnea Sinclair. Again, this is science fiction, but it has romance! And it’s more of a space fantasy, so I think it probably appeals to urban fantasy/paranormal fans.
In this book, the heroine saves a planet in an epic space battle that leaves her presumed dead, but she’s thrown 300 years into the future and quickly learns she’s been turned into a goddess by the people she saved. I always have trouble figuring out which Linnea Sinclair book is my favorite, but usually, I choose this one. I’ve reread it at least four times, and for someone who very rarely rereads books these days, that’s something.
I want to read more Sleeping Hero Legends. Anyone have any recommendations? Amazon and Google both are failing me.
Around about a year ago, authors started banding together and releasing multi-author ebook bundles together. They priced them super cheap, usually $0.99 for six or more books. It’s a great deal, incredibly hard to pass up, and several of these bundles have gone on to hit the big lists: New York Times, USA Today, Amazon’s lists, etc.
I’ve bought several of these bundles. They were $0.99 so why not? I even thumbed through them on my Kindle.
But that’s all I did: thumbed through them. I haven’t read one full length book from a bundle.
I’m not entirely sure why. Usually, I bought bundles from authors I didn’t know. I was testing them out. Maybe I didn’t stick with the books for more than a page or two because I was extremely picky, and I had five or more other books from the other authors that I might have liked better?
I’m wondering if I’m a rare case. If most people who buy bundles usually read one or more books. Maybe they find their new favorite authors from the bundle?
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1. Honor’s Knight. Still reading this, only because I’m a slow reader and my kids exhaust me in the afternoons so much that I tend to collapse into bed after they go to sleep. The book is just so, so good, though. It’s one of those books that makes me ask myself, “What the hell do I even try to write?” The characters are so distinct and well developed, I love the action, the mystery, the tension. And Devi is still fantastic. She might be my favorite heroine ever.
And I have a winner for this week’s giveaway!
Send an email to sandy AT sandy DASH williams DOT com with your address and your choice of Fortune’s Pawn or Honor’s Knight, and I’ll get the book to you next week. Hope you love it!
2. My Keurig. It’s actually my husband’s Keurig since he got it for Christmas, but I use it every morning. It’s how I’ve broken my terrible Diet Coke habit. I used to drink Diet Coke for my morning caffeine, but after having one, I’d have another. And sometimes another. Every day of the week. Even though I know how terrible it is for you. I just couldn’t drink water in the morning, and I’ve always hated coffee. But apparently, I just didn’t know how to drink it. With a bit of milk, truvia, and a tablespoon of Belgium Cookie syrup, it’s awesome. And I swear it’s saving me a fortune on Diet Coke and Starbucks’ Frappucinos.
3. Les Mills Combat. I’ve been exercising 5 days a week for the last three weeks. Before that, I did Jullian Michael’s 30 Day Shred. Only the first level, because the second kicked my butt. Never attempted level 3. But my husband bought Combat a while back, so I decided to give it a try. It’s fun! It makes me feel tough, and I’ll admit it. Sometimes I channel Ramie Ashdyn – the kickass heroine from my current book – when I’m kicking and punching. It’s definitely not an easy program, though. My form pretty much sucks, I have to modify everything, and my back and shoulders have been perpetually sore since I first started it. But it doesn’t annoy me at all and I feel stronger, so WIN.
4. Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s Discoverability Series. Kris Rusch is an author who writes about publishing every Thursday. For the past couple of months, she’s been talking about Discoverability – how authors get readers to discover their books. What she writes is really smart, based on her experience and interviews with others, and it resonates with me on an intellectual level. I might not agree 100% with everything she says, and everything she says might not work for every author, but I love the perspective on the business of being an author. If you are a writer or aspiring author, her Thursday posts are a must-read.
5. Rykus, the hero from my work-in-progress. He’s such a hard, emotionless man most of the time, but Ash has clawed her way under his skin, and he’s such a softy on the inside. It’s coming out more in his thoughts. I particularly liked this little snippet I wrote this week.
Goddamn it, he wanted her. He couldn’t stop his thumb from sliding across her skin. Her arm looked small in his hand, undeniably soft and feminine. How was it possible for someone to be so fragile and yet, so strong?
Her hands shook again. He wrapped his around them.
She tilted her head up to meet his eyes. A hot wind blew strands of hair into her face. He resisted the urge to tuck them behind her ear. It would only have been an excuse to touch her cheek, an excuse to slide his fingers down that half-hidden lock of braided hair. He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to apologize for the bastard he’d been – the bastard he’s always been – and for not believing in her. He wanted to tell her she was safe now, she no longer had to fight, he’d take care of everything. Instead, he said the thing he knew she needed to hear the most.
What are you loving lately?
(Honor’s Knight is still awesome! There’s so much tension and angst going on. I love it! I know the covers make it look like there’s not much romance in the books, but trust me, it has the perfect amount. You can still enter to win either the first or second book in this series here.)
I’m still searching for more clothes to wear to conferences. Because I hate shopping and only bought one shirt in my first Stitch Fix, I signed up for another one. I updated my profile so that I wouldn’t receive any jewelry this time. Not that I don’t need it, but I wanted more clothing options to select from. I also mentioned that I wanted to try out this whole legging/jegging thing that’s going on. (Yep. It’s been going around for a while; I’m just so fashionably challenged I only noticed it recently.)
So, when I peeked at my Stitch Fix account and saw that they were sending me a skirt, I was all, “For realz?” In the feedback on the dress sent in my first fix, I mentioned that I almost always wear jeans and that it would be extremely hard to find a dress that I felt comfortable in. Same thing with skirts, so I was all ready to be disappointed.
But I was a trooper and tried on the skirt with an open mind.
Mystree Trist Chevron Striped Swing Skirt ($58.00)
Surprise, surprise, I really liked it! It looks a little short in some of these pictures, but it didn’t feel or look short in the mirror. Problem is, I have twin two-year-olds. To be blunt: there’s no way in hell I’m wearing this with them around. That leaves conferences, date nights (what is THAT?), and maybe church? Plus, I’m not sure what shirt to wear with it. I’m not sure if the ones in these pictures work at all. The note from my stylist says a big comfy black sweater, which I don’t have, nor do I have anything like what is pictured on the styling card. On the other hand, I do not own a skirt. Not one. So… maybe.
Collective Concepts Esten Button-Up Sleeveless Blouse ($54)
Kut From the Kloth Marquis Slub Knit Dolman Sweater ($48)
These two were in my three top picks, but like the skirt, I could come up with a reason why I shouldn’t get them. For the sweater. Well, it’s a sweater. It’s almost March and I live in Texas. Plus, I don’t think it photographs well. If I wear this to a conference, chances are I’ll end up in a picture. On the other hand I don’t photograph well in general, so that might be a moot point. lol It is super comfy, though, and since I usually freeze to death in hotels, it could still work during the summer.
I was really on the fence about the sleeveless blouse. It’s expensive AND it’s dry clean only. Still, I thought it would look cute in the summer with white shorts and I love the collar on it. I was so close to buying it anyway… and then I saw these pictures. Um. Not flattering at all, is it? Whew. Glad I talked myself out of that.
41Hawthorn Colibri Solid Tab Sleeve Blouse ($48)
Pomelo Bixby Dot Print 3/4 Tab Sleeve Blouse ($48)
Not bad. And maybe the stylist did listen to my request for leggings because the pink shirt is long enough to work with them. I’d bought an experimental pair at Target the other day, so I put them on with it…and liked the outcome. I’m also loving the pattern on the other shirt and – woah – that upper right pic makes me look skinny-ish!
But, Houston, we have a problem.
Both turn me into ZOMBIES!
I can’t move my arms any further forward than that. They’re too tight on my shoulders, which is weird. I don’t usually have that problem with shirts. Too bad. I really want to make these work, but even though zombies would be totally accepted at the conferences I go to, the look just doesn’t work on me.
So. Choices, choices. My $20 styling fee goes toward anything I purchase. If I don’t purchase anything, I lose it, which would be okay if I hated everything. The zombie shirts are a complete no-go. The sleeveless shirt I really, really want to like. If it was around $20, I might buy it, but not at $54.
That leaves the slub knit sweater and the skirt. My super awesome friend, Shelli, insists I buy the skirt. I’m torn on the slub knit. If it photographed well or if it was almost January instead of almost March, I’d buy it, no problem. But maybe I should save the money for another fix? I’ll still have some gift card money left over.
What do yall think?
* THANK YOU to the person who signed up for Stitch Fix using my affiliate link. I get $25 when someone signs up, and it was an unexpected email this morning. I hope you love your Fix! And if you want to, let me know how it goes for you.
(Started reading Honor’s Knight last night. Ohmyfreakingod! So good! I hit 11% and had a major freak out. Like, oh no, the SHIT is going to go down! Ahhh! Watch out Devi!!! Can’t wait until the boys’ go to bed tonight so I can read more! Giveaway for this book or the first in the series is still going on here.)
I’m working on my time management skills. Too often, I feel like I don’t accomplish anything during the day. I’m lucky enough that I’m able to stay home and write full-time (not because my writing pays the bills, but because I have the most awesome and supportive husband on Earth). It seems like I should be able to pump out all the books, but even though I spend the day in front of the computer, I hardly ever hit my thousand word a day goal. I understand that I’m a slow writer. It’s something I’m working on, but also something that I have to accept about myself.
But I also NEED to feel like I’m using my time wisely, and I don’t feel that way at all. So yesterday I broke my day up into 30 minute segments. Here’s where my time went:
30 minutes checking/responding to email
30 minutes writing yesterday’s giveaway post
30 minutes cleaning the house (the house so could have used more time)
15 minutes checking blog posts/reading the web
60 minutes eating lunch and watching the Frontline documentary on Generation Like, a documentary Cindy Dees’ (she gave a FABULOUS presentation at our RWA meeting on Saturday) said ALL authors should watch. It’s interesting and scary.
45 minutes exercising. I’m doing Les Mills Combat! I like it!
60 minutes grocery planning/shopping
105 minutes writing.
That’s 1 hour and 45 minutes of writing. 1 hour and 45 minutes out of a 7 hour work day. 45 minutes of that work day are missing. I know some of them went to transitions – figuring out what I was going to work on next and writing and/or reading something just a couple of minutes past the buzzer, but it still seems like a lot of missing time, and writing less than two hours a day is ridiculous for a “full-time” writer.
But I don’t see today’s time breakout being much different. Instead of that hour of grocery shopping, I’ll spend about that amount of time sending out swag for the Swag-for-Brag contest that just ended.
Oh, yeah. And I wanted to make breakfast burritos for the freezer. That will take out a good chunk of time, too.
I like working in 30 minute time blocks, though. I think it might help me get more done. As I said, I’m oh-so-easily distracted, but when I have a timer set, I concentrate on one activity. I’ve also pre-planned my blocks of time today, so I’ll see how that works.
Do you know where your time goes? Have you ever tried working in time blocks? If you have any time management suggestions, I would love to hear them!