Okay, you remember I made no resolutions this year, right? Obviously not, or I would have resolved to be more organized. To write more things down on my calendar. To *look* at my calendar!
My excuse (and you knew I'd have one) is I just finished a book. So what's new, you ask. Well, nothing, sadly. Meaning the deadline snowballed, getting closer and closer and the pages were not coming and my muse was on a beach in Tahiti drinking Mai-Tais.
I spent the last two weeks writing *one half* the book. That's right. 226 pages in 13 days. Sound like fun? Actually, it wasn't as bad as it sounded.
Because my muse flew in about that time, apparently refreshed from her beach time and pretty much just told me the story and I wrote it down. There were a few stumbles along the way, of course. She didn't have *all* the plot points figured out. But the story went in at 4 AM Monday morning.
I'm still a bit sleep deprived, and given my lapse today obviously the gray matter hasn't recovered! But I'm ready to de-Christmas my house before starting the next book. And I'm thinking next year I am definitely *not* going to have a deadline over the holidays. I can do Christmas OR I can do a deadline. Not both.
What stresses you out the most? Is it a time of year or an event? Any ideas for staying more organized?