Time is a funny thing isn't it?
For example, I have to say, I'm sick of winter: snow, ice, cold, ick. I feel like we've had snow on the ground here forever. And the giant storm of a few weeks ago didn't help matters. I'm always excited for that first snow of the season, way back in December, but now that we're only halfway through February, winter seems to be stretching on and on with no end in sight. The official arrival of Spring in mid March seems impossibly far away. I don't think it's ever going to arrive.
On the other hand, March 17 seems to be drawing ever closer with alarming rapidity. I'm afraid it will arrive much too quickly and I won't be ready. One of the goals I set for this year was to write and submit a Christmas story to The Wild Rose Press. I've had an idea in my head for one for a while now, and I figured now would be an opportune time to get it written and submitted. After all, it would be nice to have a release in this calendar year. But holiday submissions are due by March 17, and I'm not making much progress on my story. It's not that I haven't been writing. I'm actually making a lot of progress on my other WIP, but the one which had a deadline looming is coming oh so slowly.
So for me, the next month is going to go excruciatingly slow in one aspect, and lightning quick in another.
Time. It's a funny thing.
Until next time,
THIS CAN'T BE LOVE - Love Romance Cafe's Best of 2010 Contemporary Winner