Crunch

When I closed my laptop last night, I had stains on my tank top, bloodshot eyes, and the kind of frizzy hair that only comes from long bouts of revising. Why the crazy art teacher look? What happened to living all balanced? Well, my self-imposed deadline for mailing my manuscript is Thursday. That's in two days. Bring on the frizz.

I talked to my sister yesterday in the midst of this revision mayhem. Warning: phone conversations should not be attempted three days before a self-imposed deadline.

"I think I might come visit in August," she said.

"Coconuts," I said.

A pause. "Why are you talking about fruit?"

"I'm a little out of it."

"Yeah, I sort of figured that out."

I don't anticipate phone conversations to get any easier until post-Thursday. But I'm almost done!!! Did I mention that? Yippee!!! I love you, Manuscript, I really do. But it's time for someone else to read you now. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Promise. Just part of the process.