The less time you have, the faster it passes.
I’m turning this draft over to my editor and my beta readers in less than 48 hours now.
It’s not important that I spent the day doing laundry and repairing my vacuum. It isn’t important that I spent the last two hours
avoiding my manuscript relaxing and playing on the internet.
(It doesn’t really count as playing if it is technically for work, right?)
No, none of that matters. What matters is that this book is going out in 48 hours. Well, the draft is. But, still, some people are going to be reading my book and judging it.
Yep. That’s about right. I’m gonna run around like a zombie chicken with my head cut off for the next 2 days
until the bell rings and it’s time to put pencils down.
After all, time waits for no one.