Final Copy Date gets dragged out for another week and instead of being grateful for the extra time. I cringe, thinking of the extended anguish.
Can't wait to hand in my program to the printer and start fresh with a new one.
Disposable copy...that's what I write.
I need to start writing again, proper writing, real writing. I want to get my camera out and do amazing photos, spend saturdays in the cemetery just wandering around and finding the beauty in everything I once was so familiar with.