Late in the month, it seems like almost everyone suddenly wakes up and realizes that the deadlines that seemed so very far away are now, like, almost here, man. Cue panic. Cue sudden uptick in workload for yours truly. The problem is that I’m exactly like everyone else. I’ve been noodling over several pieces of writing and now the deadline is like, almost here, man!
Now is when the marathon of writing becomes a sprint. Just how fast can fingers type? We’re about to find out.
Now is also about the time when back pain and carpal tunnel set in. Time to start juicing writers! No, I mean literal juicing. It’s important to stay hydrated – prevents muscle spasms. Although, I personally prefer copious amounts of tea, liberally applied, at regular intervals.
Now is the time when the tiny proto-human you’ve been carefully nurturing like a hot house bloom looks up from a coloring book and says, “Sorry mom, work. Four more minutes.” Gee, wonder where she got that?
Now is the time that my face looks like this:
So wish me luck as I sprint to the end of the month. And wish my family luck as they get abandoned for fake people that I made up.