In the spirit of the Independence Day aftermath and the celebration of freedom, AND in keeping with same vein as my entry before the entry before I killed my plants - I have set up a time line to finish my book.
Yes. I have chosen a "Due by" date.
And that date is : September 11TH.
Now, this date is synonymous with terror - so - in that retrospect it's perfect because the idea of getting something done and actually sticking to a set deadline scares the bejeezus outta me. And twenty-something years ago - I came into this world on that very same date. I am a 9/11 baby. So - there's a reason to pick that date - because before Osama decided to make the Pentagon look like a "half-eaten birthday cake" (Yup - some reporter actually said that while I sat in front of the tv eating white cake that suddenly tasted like sand) it was MY day of celebrating me. What better way than to stress over chapter numberings and grammar and comma splices?
Finally, I was hired as a receptionist in hell on that very same day. And if THAT won't give me incentive, I don't know what will!
So - wish me luck and promise you'll buy a zillion copies when my name appears on the shelf next to MaryJanice Davidson, and Mary Kay Andrews and all those other three-named yet still fabulous writers!