I need to get back to work.  I REALLY NEED to get back to work . . . there is a January deadline looming.

There are so many lures out there, so many siren songs to do other things—not the least of which is that I must help my family with the transition and all the STUFF one has to do after a parent dies: paying bills, cleaning house, closing services, etc. And, of course, there will always be the need to take care of Dad for as long as he is with us. We set up Hospice for him last Monday. Still . . . write is what I do, and there are times that work is a solace.

I saw a sweatshirt I liked the other day in a catalog. (I’ve yet to start my Christmas shopping and was vaguely flipping through a catalog thinking: Oh yeah, Christmas is this month.) Anyway it went something like this: 

“The top ten reasons to procrastinate: #1 . . . “

Ha!

Well, off to work. I have revisions due on a fantasy chapter book that was sold to Knopf last year. They’ve just secured an illustrator. There will be black and white line drawings throughout. This is a story dear to my heart. So why is it that, sometimes, the very thing we love doing is what we put off ?

p.s.:  I forgot to mention, I also have jury duty this week. Hey! Another way to procrastinate, and it’s not even of my own doing . . . so I can be guilt-free for a bit.

OK.  Settling down now,

Shutta