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.