I’ve hit major crunch mode–and I’m not talking about a workout! I’m talking about the race to finish this book. I’m talking about abdication of most of life outside of writing–the plunge into junk food, wearing my pajamas all day, buzzing along on a couple of hours of sleep, and no one disturbs me unless it’s a matter of imminent death. And if it’s not imminent and you disturb me–well, it might be closer than you think. :O
BTW, never ask a writer racing toward a deadline–or at least, me–how it’s going. Clarity, along with sanity, isn’t particularly my stong point at this juncture. LOL.
Now, here’s the sort of sick part. Aside from wracked nerves and spending so many hours in front of the computer that I’m almost blind without my glasses, I have to confess, I sort of like crunch time. It’s the immersion into the story, the total focus, being in the groove, having the story own my soul up until the time I write The End.
So, I’m going to ground. Can’t guarantee that I’ll emerge to blog–but then again, I might need the break. If you leave me a message and I don’t get back right away, I promise I will. Though it may be next week.
In the meantime, enjoy the day!
