How fitting for my mood/s. And excellent post with excellent poetry.
My girl came to the study
and said Help me;
I told her I had a time problem
I would die for you but I don’t have ten minutes.
(“Time Problem“ by Brenda Hillman)
My time sense has been doing odd things, lately.
I’m in that sort of anxious limbo between drafts, waiting for my betas to offer feedback and making preemptive notes on problems they could find but not daring to make any actual changes in case they don’t.
Time weighs heavy while I drift along, pretending to be absorbed in other projects.*
I’m also trying to get everything done that needs doing at work and home before I leave for Bouchercon next week: updating documents, ordering books, clearing my work desk, cleaning my writing space, answering e-mails, signing off on projects, packing, panicking.**
Time is going very quickly while I rush around like…
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