When I try NaNoWriMo, I bomb.
When I try Summer Lovin' Readathon's, I bomb.
When I...
Nope, that's about it for the bombing.
Why? Well, let me lie on this oddly shaped couch-bed thing and talk whilst you scratch your whiskers and hmmm at the symbolic and psychological implications of my remarks.
I don't do well on other's timelines. Which is not to say that I can't work with deadlines or that pressure ruins me, because I EXCEL under pressure and I have always met deadlines imposed by bosses and/or instructors. I just...need a sense of urgency, or balk at willynilly cramming. Or maybe I don't respect my own authority. I'm not sure.
All of this is to say that I read ONE book during last week's read-a-thon. One whole book. The rest of the time I spent fighting a cockroach infestation and/or procrastinating on my writing. Some weeks. Let me tell ya.
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