Publishing is made up of long stretches of quiet broken with brief intervals of frenzy. This week is one of the frenzy ones. I have been calmly working on my next Western historical proposal and feeling happy with the progress as my February 1 deadline inches closer.
Then I somehow got caught in the crossfires by two editors both sending urgent requests for various important things that have deadlines that are not inching but running straight at me like a charging bear. Suddenly my proposal schedule looks impossible because of all these budger projects jumping the line.
I’ve been three days at the questions for the editor and will finish today, then turn to the revisions, the cover arts sheet and then back to my proposal. One by one, I’ll press send and deliver the next much needed electronic file.
But despite the flurry inside my office, the heating pad warms my feet and the hot coffee fills the air with a comforting aroma. Outside, the birds dart to and from my feeder and the sun casts long shadows through the trees. Inexplicably, I feel an irrational belief that all will all get done before the deadlines.
Care to lay down any bets?