Ever get up in the morning, look at the calendar, and go “OH MY GOD!”?
Because, yeah. Did that last week.
Not because I’m panicked that it’s almost time for the kids to go back to school, and I haven’t gotten them enrolled. Not because I’m writing under a deadline. Nothing normal like that.
Instead, I have a book that released this week.
Got up last week, when I tore off the “June” page of the calendar (We have big desk calendars in the house, with lots of space to write on–no pretty calendars for us!) and went “Holy Crap! Under His Nose releases in like NINE DAYS! OH MY GOD!”
And proceeded to have a full-on panic attack, because I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d gotten done, and what I hadn’t.
I had stuff scheduled.
Didn’t mean I was ready for any of it. And to make it worse? I found an interview–that I’d completed, mind you–that I never sent back!!!
So guess what I got to do all week last week?
Yep. Write blog posts. Get my stuff together. Figure out where I was. And curse my procrastinating at least three times every day.
Because I’m a master at the art of procrastination. I really have a skill for it. Granted, you give me a deadline–like a real one, not one self-imposed by me–I will hit it. If I have to stay up until five in the morning to get it done, I will. (Because, yeah, done it.)
I give myself deadlines all the time with writing/heck, with anything, and unless I have to have it right then (like supplies for the day job as a hairdresser), I will put off taking care of it. Granted, I do get it done when I need to have it done, but it does tend to put a lot of strain on my brain.
I suppose if I got all this stuff done early, I wouldn’t have this problem.
But what would be the fun in that?
After all, if Roark and Stephanie, in my release, Under His Nose, had gotten “on the ball,” they wouldn’t have had to have Fairy Godmother Christy intervene to kick the two of them into action.
Instead, because of their “procrastination,” naughty god Cupid “tried” to help, and only makes a mess of things, doubling Christy’s Fairy Godmother workload.
So, I guess there might be some truth to the idea of life invading art… Because I don’t procrastinate.
What about you? What don’t you procrastinate about?
*****Candice Gilmer leads a dangerous double life as a mommy and a writer. In between boo-boo healing and fixing broken toys, she writes stories usually to the tune of children’s television shows. Growing up in the Midwest, Candice stays close to her family, especially the ones with basements when the tornadoes come around. She also works as a hairdresser, which she’s done for over fifteen years, and brings her laptop to work so she can write between clients. When she’s not writing, styling hair and taking care of her family, she gets together with her girlfriends for gossip and coffee while her husband hunts ghosts with Wichita Paranormal Research Society. All in all, she stays very busy, but really, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, maybe a little less children’s television.
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All it takes is faith, trust, and fairy dust. A swift kick never hurts, either.
Guys and Godmothers, Book 1
Christy is due for retirement from her fairy godmother gig, but she agrees to take one last case. Helping Roark Turner find his perfect girl shouldn’t be much of a challenge—after all, she is a veteran fairy godmother.
What makes this case interesting? She must use as little magic as possible to bring Roark his much-desired Happily Ever After.
Roark’s perfect match is his best friend Stephanie Bowers. It should be simple to bring two people together who have been best friends since kindergarten, and let their free will take its course. It probably would have been, too, if Cupid hadn’t started shooting arrows into Roark, forcing the mortal to fall in love.
Now Christy must use every skill at her command—just not her magic—to thwart Cupid’s meddling and get Roark and Stephanie together without changing their free will or ruining her perfect record. Or she’ll never get her own Happily Ever After.
Product Warnings: Magic, fairy godmothers, a rambunctious god, and two stubborn people who need a kick in the butt to see what’s obviously meant to be.
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