91 Degrees

Oh it is hot here, all the poor paperbacks were curling at work, even with the fan on today it was rough. Artchick and I survived by drinking root beer ( in self defense against the heat) and trying to stay busy. Inventory is still going strong and we are blasting through the books to the point that I'm pretty sure we'll start music next week. I really didn't want to go to work today, my head is all wrapped up in the signing and getting things done now that it is T-5 days and counting to the event. Also, I am absolutely convinced that this thing is going to be a dud, got this sick tightening in my stomach that no one is going to show and I'm going to have to explain how shelling out all the advert money was a good idea. None of this has anything to do with the fact that I had to talk to the local radio station today. Noooo, not at all. I reproofed the ad that is now running and I think that's what started this fear. That and it's hitting me just how much I've asked my bosses to spend on promoting this. And I'd really hoped to have part of The Lion Vrie read before the signing and that isn't going to happen. I'll just have to be proud of myself that I finished Rise of the Dibor. I am so tired.