The High Wire Blush

Should scheduling be a high wire act?

A jelly-kneed feat of daring and recklessness?

A sanity-defying folly?

No?

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)…

Chloe