I can’t decide if I’m an optimist or an idiot.
I chronically underestimate how long it will take me to do something like finish this book and send it to my poor beleaguered editor this morning. The book’s not done. I’ve worked all week-end, except for the guilt viewing of Queen Latifah’s Last Holiday (you, know, the DH and The Girl giving me the eye and saying, why don’t you watch this with us) and it’s still not done. And really, the movie didn’t make that much difference. Neither did the shower I finally took this morning.:o Well, that’s to say it made a huge difference to those around me, but not to typing THE END.
Anyone else out there who underestimates/overbooks and then winds up with their back against an ugly wall?:(
