Doing the Impossible

There is a full week ahead of me. Today is Wednesday, and I am woefully behind at Pudding House after several days of deadline demands at my day job. Several authors are awaiting proof copies of their manuscripts and I haven't had time to lay them out. Orders need to be filled and I haven't been around to help out. I think I know what I'll be doing with my spare evenings for several days.

Next week is the iWPS grand slam at Black Pearl Poetry Nite. With my home venue (Writers Block) on hiatus, I've been competing over there. It's the equivalent for me of getting a whole new crowd used to what I do, which is not what they're necessarily used to hearing.

I have the odd misfortune of having minor surgery scheduled the same day as the grand slam. Don't know what that means. Depends on the post-op instructions and whether or not I can stand up and be coherent. We'll see. This may be one competition I have to pass up.

If anyone's reading this, be careful out there shopping.