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Please will someone just give me a deadline!!!

It’s been far too long and though I’m so close to the end, I find myself tweaking parts instead of just ending the darn thing.

I need someone, in charge, to sit me down and say ‘Do it by this time or we’ll publish what you have’.

I know it sounds drastic, I know it sounds totally irresponsible on my part, after all, I’m a full-grown published author, so WHY IS THIS SO HARD?

So, Rook Publishing, here is my deadline. I will have my first draft to you on or before July 10th.

There, deadline set. Now time to end this!

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I’m starting fresh. I’m in a new home in a new town. New beginnings all around. Though moving after thirteen years in the same home is quite traumatic, it’s good to leave behind the gathering of useless items that seem to attach themselves after time. How does that happen?

Going through said items, I look at the mess and wonder why? Why did I keep this? What purpose did this even serve?

Thankfully I had the wherewithal to leave much of the uselessness behind; even though, as I organize my new home I find that I still have plenty to spare, but it is only a manageable drop in the bucket compared to the plethora of treasure… er… stuff… er junk… I left behind.

Still, I have much to sift through before the next move – the bigger move. I have several years to sort, organize, and/or toss the remains of a life I wish to leave behind, after all, isn’t that what ‘starting fresh’ means?