There are seven days in a week and “soon” isn’t one of them. Which is good, because you know when my next book is due? Soon. But technically “soon” never comes. I mean, it’s coming, don’t get me wrong. But it’s not quite here and at the rate I’m going, “It’ll be done soon” for the rest of my life.
I should probably stop blogging about the word “soon” and instead use this time to focus on my book.
And I will.
Soon.
PS. Please make me feel better about myself by telling me about something you should have done already but haven’t yet. Then we can feel terrible together. And that’s what friends are for.
PPS. You should go buy my last book for your mom’s birthday. Or your cat’s anniversary. Whatever. It would just be helpful if I could tell my editor that I’m going to be late on my deadline because I’m just way too busy selling my old book. Feel free to lie. This is a safe place, y’all. Unless you’re my editor. Then it’s a place to make you sigh deeply and put your head on your desk.