Writing, planning, and wishing I could find an assistant or part-time publicist. Weekends are not conducive to visiting independent bookstores to promote books. Weekends are good for catching up on things, like laundry and cooking a meal and sharing it with my husband. Weekends are for brushing the dogs, binge watching favorite Netflix originals, and catching up on long-distance phone calls with extended family and close friends. Weekends are for connecting with the personal, foregoing the professional, keeping the boundaries defined and clean. When I board the bus come Monday morning, the channel changes, the persona shifts, and by the time I step down off the bus and slide the key into the office door, the transition is initiated. I greet my office mates and begin the day.
Weekends Are For…
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