It’s that time again…you know…looming deadline…I’m SOOOOO far behind…right back where I swore I wouldn’t be last time…time for me to whine about it…misery loves company and I do know at least four other writers in the same boat…I think we should all sign up for group therapy–once the book is finished…my friend Lee reassures me that I always do my best work when I’m in this situation…then this should be bloody brilliant!
In an attempt to approach this optimistically, it occurred to me that things could be worse. I could be Katie Holmes–knocked up by a nut, shadowed by a keeper, and knowing I had to go through child birth without yelling. :confused: Yep, I’m in good shape.
