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10. When the deadline is uncomfortably close, everything else decides to loom at the very same time. A big work project blows up, an unexpected baby shower, potluck, party, and doctor’s appointment also spring up. This is called life.
9. My phone calls get shorter. My emails are pithier. And even “Yes” and “No” can devolve into noncommittal grunts. I need all those extra words, thank you.
8. I start to spend a lot of time fantasizing about cutting the grass. I hate cutting the grass. This is how I know things have gotten real.
7. The stack of dishes in the sink gets higher.
6. The Cheetos supply grows much, much smaller.
5. My desk begins to look like an aluminum recycling center because the collection of empty Diet Coke cans builds. And builds.
4. The carhops at Sonic are super nice when they bring me my celebration/consolation Route 44 Diet Coke. I think they are frightened by the state of my hair. I know I am.
3. Sleep is broken into phases of strange stress dreams and wakeful plotting. Always plotting.
2. Suddenly Twitter is more interesting. I can’t look away. I’m desperate to know whether the couple is going to love it or list it. And even the Kardashians can hold my interest if I touch the remote. I dare not touch the remote.
1. The words flow. I love it. Beginnings can be fun. Middles can be tough, but the end, when I’m focused on meeting the deadline and everything else falls away except am I getting closer to the end, that’s when the words come. I think this is self-preservation and maybe just a little bit of the shot of adrenaline that makes it possible to lift cars off of children. Whatever it is, I’m thankful for it.
Yes, I have a deadline. No, I haven’t brushed my hair. Please leave any Cheetos, Diet Coke, and extra words outside my door. This makes me happy. Thank you for your support and kind understanding.