Day of Rest
So early this morning I was talking (complaining) about how much I had to do soon: start a new job, edit the mammoth manuscript of book #2, begin promoting book #1, and start working on a presentation for a February workshop my friend Julie signed me up for six or seven months ago.
I got home later to an envelope from Julie (her perfect and I mean perfect handwriting is a dead givewaway). I open it and think, "Huh. She sent me the Greater Merrimack Valley Convention and Visitors Bureau calendar of events. That's odd. It can't have anything to do with me, though, because why would my workshop be listed in such a big publication?"
Ha ha ha ha ha. Turns out that under "Activities" in February my workshop is listed. Julie attached a helpful stickie note telling me that they print 10,000 copies of this events calendar.
So if I was worried before about my lack of preparedness, I would now be beyond worried. So far beyind worried that worried is like a star I can't see because it is billions of light years away.
If you're interested, the workshop is "Getting Personal" Crafting the Perfect Personal Ad." I'm going to be teaching how to write a kick ass personals ad that will stand out from all (or most) others. It's Saturday, February 3rd at 2:00 PM at the Pollard Memorial Library in Lowell.
Come along. Me and 10,000 of my closest friend will be there.
Oh dear god I need a drink.