I'm trying, really trying, to get my new eBook up for sale on Amazon. The book is written. It's been proofed. The cover picture is completed. And it feels like it's taking Forever for me to get it up for sale on Amazon.
Why? Because so much goes into properly formatting an eBook for sale, and while I've successfully formatted two eBooks before, I don't finish books often enough to really get into a groove and be comfortable with the process. I want to make sure that when you buy your copy of my book, you don't open it up only to find that the text is overlapping itself making it impossible to read, or that the hyperlinks don't work, or that you don't encounter any other sort of disaster.
Laundry avalanches--what does that have to do with writing? Well, to many people, perhaps nothing, but to me, everything. You see, I have a houseful of kids. A mom to six, I have five still at home ages twelve and under. Between 9:00 a.m. and 9:30 p.m. yesterday, I was only home just over an hour total, and that time was spent cooking and eating. At 7:00 a.m. I'd left the house to get craft supplies, the I spent an hour making craft mockups, as I had to finish them before my meeting with the Vacation Bible School craft committee--yes, I'm directing Vacation Bible School and it starts Monday.
I digress. Back to the laundry avalanche. You see, I don't have a laundry room. I have a laundry closet. So, when I do laundry, lots of it, there's nowhere to put it until I fold it and put it away. I've washed laundry over the past several days, more than a smaller family washes in a month, but I've been so focused on getting my eBook up for sale, that the clean laundry was simply piled in the hallway unfolded, overflowing the baskets (or in my case, luggage, as that's what I put laundry in rather than baskets which get dumped and used as droid costumes.)
Anyway, there is so much clean laundry that is in the hall at this point, that the clean laundry mountain has fallen over and turned into a clean laundry avalanche--all because I've been using my limited free time for writing.
So, when I tell my family that if they want clean underwear, they need to dig through the laundry avalanche, they know it's because mom has been writing...