Exploding Heads

September 19, 2006 at 12:25 pm 12 comments

It’s quite possible that before this week is over my head will explode.

I have quite a large head, but I’m afraid that won’t be of any help warding off the imminent melt down of my coping skills resulting in a mushroom cloud of disgusting brain matter, blood and hair. Some day, I will learn to say NO, and these kinds of weeks won’t be an issue… for now, I’m looking for the mirror I broke, the black cat who crossed my path, the ladder I walked under…

Yesterday I tried to open an attachment from one of my authors to prepare the final, final, edited copy of her advanced reading copies. The document opened at a page count of 460, but as it downloaded the number on her page changed to 452. Worse, the word count changed too. Said author is on her way to a conference, she needs these ARCs at the conference so I don’t really have time to read the entire book again to see what it’s leaving out…

Tonight I have that speech for the Professional and Business Women. I’m not laughing any more, I have no idea what I’m going to talk to them about. Wait, I know WHAT I want to talk to them about, I don’t know HOW I’m going to do it. I’ve tried to write something several times but the lure of…, well…. just about anything drew me from the task. So I’ll be winging it. I’m a total imposter anyway, I don’t even know why they asked me.

This morning I had an angry e-mail from my partner … editing!!!! An angry e-mail from my editor…writing!!!! And a stack of notes from my assistant at the day job, who is looking quite lemon lipped and eye rolling today. There are book plates to do, and I’m fairly certain I’m out of clean laundry except for my black coctail dress and a velvet pant suit. We will not even discuss the fact that my convertable top is leaking and since it rained yesterday, I had to drive to a meeting in Pap’s beater. I doubt I’ll ever be able to live down the shame.

In the event my prediction comes true, and my head does explode, you may notice that my blog posts get more interesting. I definately have too much to do to actually die, so I’m sure my body will continue to go through it’s paces headless. 🙂


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  • 1. DaveM  |  September 19, 2006 at 2:36 pm

    You could always give the talk on “Time management techniques for authors”

    Sorry !!!

  • 2. Kat Campbell  |  September 19, 2006 at 3:33 pm

    LOL! davem, Oh yeah, I’m a real expert on that!

  • 3. Ordinary Janet  |  September 19, 2006 at 7:58 pm

    I’m going to be watching closely. I’ve never seen a head eplode before and I’ve watched enough Discovery Health so that I won’t toss my cookies. Not immediately, maybe. Can you make sure it’s captured on video?

    If you need any editing help, I’m your girl!

  • 4. QuillDancer  |  September 19, 2006 at 9:45 pm

    Hey — this is where I’m heading — but someone just asked me to add one more little thing to my list and I said, NO! very empowering. Try it.

  • 5. Limpy Lady  |  September 20, 2006 at 7:11 am


    I thought you were someone I used to know who left and went to Ohio, oops. Now I have guessed you are another Kathy Campbell. I just started looking around and found you with a name search and got here.
    Sorry about the overload on your head. I used to do that but since I have retired that only happens when I allow it to happen. If you continue to wear all those hats you can expect some fallout. Maybe the fallout maybe hair. I enjoy your light hearted stuff better. Let’s hope your schedule gets better. Good luck.

    Limpy Lady

  • 6. Dr.John  |  September 20, 2006 at 8:51 am

    Some of the other blogs I have visited seem to be writen by people who have no head. No I know how that happens.

  • 7. Kat Campbell  |  September 20, 2006 at 9:05 am

    Janet, you edit?! I’ll be e-mailing you girl!

    Quilldancer – I’m so in awe, I really try to say that N word, but for some reason my lips just won’t cooperate.

    Oh No Limpy, a case of mistaken identity? Kind of scary to think there may actually be 2 Kathy Campbell’s in the world.

    LOL Dr. John! I know what you mean!

  • 8. sandy  |  September 20, 2006 at 4:18 pm

    OOh Kat sorry about your poor ol’ head but you gave me a laugh! Heard of headles chickens would could be in for headless Kat ~ the mind boggles! :p
    Hope it all works out without the big bang!
    And Blogger is slowing down in sympathy tonight! Tried three times to post this.

  • 9. Kat Campbell  |  September 20, 2006 at 5:17 pm

    Thanks for the sympathy Sandy! Blogger’s giving me trouble today too!

  • 10. Velvet Sacks  |  September 20, 2006 at 7:20 pm

    Nice blog, Kathy. I wandered here from Janet’s site and have enjoyed what you’ve written here. I certainly hope your head doesn’t explode just when I’ve found you; maybe you should wear a ski mask or something to contain all the pieces just in case.:-)

  • 11. Guyana-Gyal  |  September 20, 2006 at 7:28 pm

    Can’t you just take it off, dust it a bit, shake it up, add some water and replace?

    That reminds me of a song an old man used to sing for me, ‘all around the tower she walked with her head tucked underneath her arm.’

    I’ve been catching up on your posts…those children are lovely. As for the baby! Adorable, just adorable.

  • 12. Kat Campbell  |  September 20, 2006 at 9:42 pm

    Hi GG – love the song, I will take it as my new mantra! Thanks, my grandgirls are cuties and we’re spoiling the tiny baby rotten.

    Welcome Velvet! I hope you’ll come back, even if I do end up headless!


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