Deadlines and Dares
He knew how to relieve my stress, and I was ready for the distraction.
Deadlines. That will be the death of me, I think as my fingers fly over my laptop. Words pour from spiral notebooks, post-its, and envelopes, forming long prose of fantasy and adventure on the screen. And the deadline is next week…so close and so distressing. Am I even ready? I have no clue. I dig through the papers on my desk looking for amendment fifteen of Part Three, Chapter Twelve, when the doorbell chimes. I groan,...