Why is it when you’re in a hurry to get to work (or anywhere for that matter), you get behind a slow driver and can’t get around him?
That’s pretty much how I’m feeling about my writing right now. I want to work on my book. I want to finish my current edit before the RT Convention (and my pitch to an agent). But commitments are in my way and I want to honk my horn.
Of course, I have no one to blame but myself. I got myself into this predicament. I need to get myself out of it. If it means less sleep, then maybe that’s what I need to do. I can always sleep in May!