I'm treading the waters of the nearly finished novel. Murky seas indeed, and that beach over there looks mighty inviting.
Deadlines loom. August, incidently, is full of them. My birthday list. School starting, and all its expensive accoutrements. Electric Spec. Sample pages. Story submissions. Story edits.
One thing trumps them all: having a readable manuscript by mid September. I can do this. I have help, and I know what the hell I'm doing, and I can do it.
I'll just keep telling myself: Deadline, good. Fucking around, bad. I think I might believe myself.
Anyone wanna buy a book? It'll be available for a looksee in September.