Multi-tasking is a dangerous game.
(Yeah, yeah, for normal folk it’s a daily thing, but for us saddled with anxiety up to our forehead creases, multi-tasking is a big, scary, unorthodox deal. Kind of like a camel cricket.)
Anyhow, I’m giving the whole five-fingered goal thing a go this week.
Self-publishing old romance, cranking out the words on two new novels while keeping a crafty mind on the birth of an online business with my mom is, well, asking for trouble.
Heck, it’s calling the camel crickets home to roost.
I’d leave if I were you.