Had a bout of the flu take me out for two weeks in January. I seriously almost went to the ER, and anyone who knows me, knows that I could be bleeding from losing a body part before I willingly go to the doctor let alone the ER. I was coughing so hard that I was afraid I would forget how to breathe. Thank god for good old Vicks Vaporizers though. Helped tons once I was functional enough to get one.

Beyond on the flu, I had a successful month of rebuilding the Paranormal Romance Guild’s website. I’m their webmaster, which is pretty cool, and I do some volunteering for them on the side, because I have skills they need. My Public Relations focus from Journalism school plus my years in advertising for Time Warner do have practical uses. Who knew?

So I did a website makeover, added blog tours to their spate of member services, and worked 3x more than normal to help get the Reviewers Choice Awards done for 2019. Now I’ve got a year to figure out a better way to do them that’s less primitive.

Writing-wise, I did a stupid thing. I fell into the—it has to be perfect—pit, which means I was NOT writing. I was thinking. I was plotting. I was freaked out because of the pressure of the secret project and feeling unworthy….But I did manage to eek out a chapter yesterday. Of course this means, I need to bust my ass all month to get it done on time. I’ve always been a procrastinator. I freely admit it, but I am a procrastinator that still gets it done on time.

I just do better with less time.