The High Wire Blush

Should scheduling be a high wire act?

A jelly-kneed feat of daring and recklessness?

A sanity-defying folly?


Dang it.

Chalk up another big, hairy quirk for me.

I’m all tied up in knots on whether to deadline myself or not writing my new book.

If I set a date out there for anything to be done, my OCD perks up and cackles, smelling blood and Chloe-guts in the water.

If I don’t deadline, I fear I’ll drown in perfecting every word.

Yep, it’s a high wire act over a tank of snickering sharks.

I do love the ludicrous blush to my life.

Until Friday (travel day tomorrow)…


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