So I’m writing the last chapter of my book. It’s a funny thing to be doing, because our little heroine is learning all sorts of life lessons that I, her creator, have been desperately trying to learn these last three years. Some of them I’ve succeeded at learning.

For example, I can now sit down and write every day no matter what my mood, the weather, the present state of my love life, however pretty or successful or loserish or I might feel on that given day. Used to be I could find plenty of excuses not to write. The main one being that it’s just damn hard. Another one being “I can’t write when I feel (fill in the blank here - lonely, sad, scared). ” Now, however, as the proverbial ad says: I just do it.

But the character is also ahead of me in some ways. (Even though she does some stupid-a*s sh*t I would never do). So I hope that by teaching her a few things, and showing my readers how she learns them, that I’ll finally learn them too. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Deadline - Four days and counting.

My book is due in exactly six days. Is that the most frightening, wonderful, crazy thing? I don’t think it’s going to be finished exactly on time - which is OK, because that would probably be the first time in the history of the world that a writer got their book done on time - but it’s going to be pretty close.

I keep telling myself I’ll fix all the problems in the revision stage, but I’m only going to have a month to revise. OK, so I’ll fix a *few* problems.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to wean myself of my addiction to blogging about my love life - the habit that got me this book deal in the first place - but let me tell you, it is a hard habit to break. Although not so much when one doesn’t actually have a love life, which happens to be the case at this particular point in time, which has only lasted a month but feels like ten years.

Now I’m off to band practice. My alternate career in case the bestselling author thing doesn’t work out.