Manuscript Friday, with my online writing workshop, is coming up too soon. At this rate I’m gonna finish my first draft by Friday, just in time to turn it in, making myself look like a complete and illiterate buffoon. I’ve made a change of plan: I'm not going to turn in a complete first draft, but an incomplete second, revised draft. I might be a buffoon, but I'm a proud one none the less.
An email was forwarded to me today from one of my wife's sorority sisters, back home in Iowa. She's written a children's book "which needs to publish soon". She is in need of an artist. She has "scripted it on paper and [is] about to chart out the sketches." She even has models lined up to use for the sketches.
That's just precious.
Oh, and, a librarian thinks I'm hot.