Truthfully, I'd like nothing better than to not wake with the sound of clicking jaws in my ear, and god knows I'm trying but here's what's happening:
I'm selling stuff.
It's a serious problem this selling stuff. It really interferes with the To Do list.
You get a call on Tuesday with an offer and there's goes the day; shot to hell in handbasket by the time you call the author, call the subsidiary rights director ("what the hell is open market again, please" and "do we really need audio?"), call the editor, negotiate back and forth, pause briefly to screech for joy, next thing you know, there goes the day.
Do that enough, and there goes the week.
It's a nice problem to have if you're the agent and the author.
It's a real bitch if you're the one whose book hasn't sold yet, whose manuscript didn't get read, whose email is languishing.
And it's amazing what one small problem, like the printer giving up the ghost, can do for a well planned thoughtful schedule.
One of the hardest things I've had to learn, well actually that I'm STILL learning, is to not plan more than a couple things a day. Do that, and you never EVER catch up cause those unscheduled things, like a sale!, will push the lowest priority items to tomorrow, or next week.
So, if you're waiting to hear from me, know this: I am trying. I'm trying so hard I've now promised to shave my head and become a Buddhist monk if I don't answer all my emails by the end of this coming weekend.
I've heard from several volunteers who have already sharpened their