There’s just never enough time.

On monday, my life becomes crazy again. So naturally, I’m trying to shoe-horn way too much into two days, while trying to ‘relax’.

But I can only spend so many hours a day marketing and formatting Hood for Print-on-Demand.

A man has his limits.

This should be by all rights a fun, relaxing blizzardy day. I suppose the only person stopping that from happening is me. There’s just too much I need to do. Too much I want to get done, too many things within my control.

Being an Indie Author is awesome; you control every element of your writing, of your production, you are the executor of your own grand designs.

But it also is just so, so much to do.

First off, I need to get started on the next book in the American Rebirth Series. Number one way to better your career-WRITE MORE BOOKS. I also need to continue my marketing campaign, and I need to put in hours for my other job, and I need to shovel the driveway (damn you Jonas!)

Blah Blah Blah.

One thing I try to remember, which I usually do a terrible job of remembering, is to set some reasonable expectations for my day. Or at least just demarcate what is doable for one human in one snowed in apartment.

Otherwise, I’ll end up like I am now. Stressed out, not feeling any satisfaction for anything I get done.

So this is my diary for today. My typographical catharsis. Brain cleanse.

DEAR EVAN,

RELAX. EVERYTHING IS FINE. YOU’RE DOING GREAT. YOU’RE GOING TO KEEP FURTHERING THE BOOK’S SUCCESS. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. ENJOY ALL THIS. THERE’S ONLY ONE JONAS TODAY.

CONFUSINGLY,

EVAN