insert Homer wringing Bart's neck here

Do you ever feel that way? That's how my day has been. Not any one individual, but the day itself has just been impossibly obstinate and has refused to let me do the one thing I'd planned on getting done for sure today. In fact, this week, my "off" week for spring break has been like that. I had so many things I was going to catch up on and now, it's Friday night.

insert Pepe Le Peu sigh here

And, in a heroic (or is it heroin-ic?) feat of self-sanity-preservation, I'm not even going to make up today's missing blog post. Oh I know, you've been waiting all month for another brilliantly composed opinion piece, but think of this as my chance to make your heart grow fonder in anticipation of next month's opinion piece.

Instead, I'm going to make good on the again overdue critiques (even though I had a whole extra week to work on them-- my crit partners have the patience of Job and then some), and will get those two blasted (sorry for the intense language here) chapters done and submitted (after which I'll happily post an updated edited word count). This weekend will NOT, do you hear me weekend?, will not pass by without the satisfaction of feeling caught up.

Come Monday morning, I'll be beaming with gotter-done pride.



no, not that kind of pride

 I'll make no apologies. This is how it will have to be, this time.

Many thanks for your accomodating this unusual and unscheduled post.