Well, I did it again. I was supposed to post my story this morning, with Janet and her accelerator. But the truth is, I didn't finish it by this morning. Er, or start it. But before you curse me, I have a good excuse! At least a good excuse among writers ... in the past two weeks, I've done about 20,000 words on my book. I'm really blazing through it right now, and every time I sit down to do anything—if I have even a few spare minutes—I think, "But wouldn't I rather be working on the book?" So I open the file and away I go. Then every time I close the file, I miss it, and I spend all my time thinking about where I left Flynn until the next time I can steal some time to write.
On the bright side, I think I'm about 10 days away from finishing this draft ... and then you just wait! Janet will be stamping on her accelerator until her pointy little foot falls right off.