So, I am back from skiing. I had a great time. And yes, skiing is almost as good as sex, but I never injured myself having sex. .
But this time I am unharmed. Not like last time when I had a concussion and multiple facial bruises. For your amusement, enclosing a photo of how I looked with an ice pack on my face after my concussion in February.
So far so good.
I am in Prague for couple of days, then going back to London and to work.
But I seem to want to do so many things I really do not have time for at the moment.
Promoting my book while having fun on twitter and Goodreads, taking more part in Goodreads Literary Fiction Group, blogging and reading all those great blog entries other people write.
I need to correct the proof reading mistakes in my first book, and finally start editing and finish writing the sequel of my book.
I have several ideas for short stories,too. One is based on a story my friend told me about her mother when the concentration camp she was in was liberated. My friend’s and my mother were both Holocaust survivors,So many stories to tell, so little time.
Anybody has any ideas how to find enough hours in the day to do all this?