Writing Day is a Very Dangerous Day

Ah, deadlines.  The things that get you up out of your cozy bed at 6:30 in the morning.  That spurn your lackadasical work ethic into action.  That make you sit at the computer to type whether you like it or not.

I’ve got plenty of them (and so do you, I’ll wager).  One is tomorrow.  This morning has gotten off to a productive start – after all, I’m actually awake, aren’t I?  I’ve checked my email, finished one assignment, written a blog post.  But I still haven’t touched the paper that is staring at me through my screen.

It really wants to be written.  If papers can have feelings, and this one certainly does, it would be impatience and frustration.  So many great ideas, so little organization.  So much hope, so little reason for it.

There will come a day when I will finally finish it.  I don’t know when that will be (hint, rough draft will show up around Nov. 2), but I’ll be excited to see it when it arrives.  Maybe we’ll have a parade, with balloons and ticker-tape and elephants.  Maybe it will be a quiet dinner at home, with candles and mood-lighting.

All I know is, that day cannot come soon enough!