Mea Culpa. I confess. I’m a last minute writer and I messed up. It’s been a week, a month, a wild ride this year. Much of it has been good, but busier and more intense than I’d anticipated. I’ve had my head down getting things done, words written on my WIP, and not getting blog posts written until the last minute. A-a-nd it caught up with me tonight. We had a terrible thunderstorm move in very quickly.
One big boom and flash and we were in the dark. Literally.
The power has been out for more than three and a half hours. The blog post isn’t written, laundry isn’t done, and neither is supper. Plus a half dozen other tasks I could have done in two or three minutes while supper was cooking but without light…nada.
When the power came back up, I had a lovely email response to my new email campaign for new subscribers. Except somehow MailChimp sent it to all my old subscribers, too. Sheesh. Sorry, folks. I am working on figuring out what I did wrong.
I had intended to send all my current subscribers a single email telling you about the list of dystopian novels—later this week. Sigh. Anyway, I hope you got that link and have looked it over. Do you have any titles I can add to it?
Please know I really do respect your time and your email box. I’m learning lots of new things in my author journey. Sometimes in my eagerness to “do a thing” I rush it and miss part of the instructions. Then I sit here embarrassed and hoping I haven’t upset anyone unintentionally. I am a last minute writer. Mea Culpa. I tend to say that with some regularity. (See my confessions about inconsistency.)Am I the only one? Please take a moment and let me know I’m not the only one. Share a “rush it” moment when things went awry for you. (I’m peeking between my fingers here!) Help me laugh at my mistake.