The Downside of Social Networking for a Bookaholic

So, for those of you who don't know, my first job was working for the local bookstore in my town. At the time, I thought I was in heaven, until I quickly realized that I was paying them to allow me to work there. Every cent I made was going to the new books that seemed to magically gravitate toward my fingertips.

Now, though I'm older and wiser (and I'd like to think more capable with my money), books still have a soft spot in my---- er, checkbook. Ever since launching my platforms to get my name out there and to introduce the world to my own world, Pendomus, I've found my book addiction growing exponentially.

I've been connected to some funny, intense, talented and amazing writers. Some are indie or self-published. Others are traditionally published. Others are like me, a work in progress. All make me want to read their works.

So, what's the problem with that, you ask?

Nothing... If I had time! HA!

I'm nearing completion of the first draft of my novel. I work two other jobs and have 2 young kids tugging at me any time I take a seat at my laptop. (In fact, one's climbing on me as I type.) I'm up at 5am every morning and crawl in bed at 10pm, but not before setting at least 25 minutes aside to read someone else's work. But that doesn't really get me very far, very fast and I want to support you all! Dammit!

I think I've forgotten what the TV is for, since I don't turn it on for anything other than Sesame Street and my morning workout. Shows I once loved have been collecting on my DVR for months and I'm seriously considering turning off the satellite dish. (I've got Netflix, for crying out loud!)

Additionally, I'm frightened to take a good look around my house. I think the dust bunnies have set up a metropolis and my dog is trying to reconstruct himself with all the fur he's left behind. To top it off, April is evidently the triumphant ending to the manic spawning nine months prior, since I think I have 20 birthdays just in the 1st two weeks alone.

I'm beginning to wonder why on Earth I chose May 1st as my deadline, but it's too late now. I'm committed. 

I want to thank all of the fabulous new people I've met in the recent weeks, especially through Twitter. You inspire me, challenge me, entertain me and most of all, remind me why I'm doing all of this. I also want you to know that your books all sound fabulous and my wish list on Amazon is overflowing. I'll get there... I will read them...

But first, I need to get this crazy world of mine written down before my head explodes.

Mostly, because I don't think that would be very ladylike of me. Nor a very organized way of sharing my world. ;)