Deadlines...

I've been sitting here at my desk all morning, trying to get something accomplished. I think there comes a time when you just have to walk away, take a breather, and see if anything happens when you come back. I got some emails returned, that's about it.

Deadlilnes...

Every time I look up, I see the print-outs for my various short-story deadlines. They've got big pink post-its stuck to the corner of the pages, screaming out the deadline date. Wanna see my list? (Just until March)

January = 3 different deadlines...6 stories
February = 2 deadlines...3 stories
March = 2 deadlines...4 stories

Doesn't sound like much, considering they're only 5,000 words a piece, except for one that's 15,000. But there are times that coming up with hot, steamy porn erotica is just difficult. Perhaps I'm just pressuring myself too much. Kinda like performance anxiety.

Oh, I know...maybe I just need to watch porn!!

Anyway, the deadlines do NOT include the vampire novel I'm supposed to be working on, nor does it include my work on finishing up Target (On the Edge, whatever you want to call it). I've ABSOLUTELY got to finish the vampire novel. If I don't get it done, it'll be late 2006 before it's out on the market.

Damn.

You remember that movie "Freaky Friday"? Well, my thought is that I need to run into Nora Roberts. That woman can hammer out a book in no time! Perhaps we can just switch bodies for a little while. A couple of months, then I should be caught up and good to go.

Oh wait, she's a best-selling author, an author that gets paid! I just might want to make myself comfy in her place. That would piss off her readers, lol. They'd wait a year for a new book instead of months. That, and the fact that she'd no longer be a best-selling author if I was in the saddle.

Woohoo...off to stare at my files again.