Why I'd rather be touring
Write. Record. Interview. Photo op. Write more. Scrap everything. Write more. Record. Scrap 80%. Write. Rehearse. Interview about "how we're keeping busy while not on tour." Inevitably piss someone off. Apologize. Business meeting. Write. Photo op. Phone interview.
And oh yeah, somehow I'm supposed to also be planning a wedding and figuring out how my future husband and I are even going to be able to live as husband and wife while we're both in different time zones.
The only respite? My pasta boat. And a Target run to get a small crock pot. Thanks again,