New Years deadlines. I try to avoid them. Honest I do. But somehow, they sneak into my life with great regularity.
I have another one this year. January 8th is highlighted on my calendar. I need about another 70 pages on book #53. Not all that bad in the amount of time I have left. Except this week, the revisions of my last WIP (book #51) dropped onto my desk, and this manuscript needs a lot of work, mostly in added scenes/new writing. About 25 pages worth. Not only that, but the editor asked if it could be returned by December 27th.
Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Ho, ho, ho. Guess who will be working on Christmas Day.
I made an airport run at 4:30 this morning. We started getting snow yesterday afternoon, and it kept it up overnight. This morning we have a real winter wonderland. Although it took a little longer than usual to get to and from the airport, the roads weren’t too slick, and it was a beautiful drive. Everything so white and still and peaceful at that hour of the morning. Boise rarely has a white Christmas, but it looks as if this could be one.