May looms with an ungodly amount of work to be done.
Despite my basic mope-mouthedness the last week, I refuse to view this upcoming mountain of writing as a bad thing. We (the four-legged, furry muse and I) are taking this as a healthy challenge. I rarely back away from a dare, skittish as my brain circuitry may be.
So, bring it on, world! I may complain, but I will not crumble.