I am trying to finish a project that is killing me dead. I don't even know why it's so hard. The book, she is written, and revised, and while there are more revisions to be done, certainly, I would happily sit down with a cup of tea and a brownie, perhaps, and revise until every red pen in the house ran dry. But summarizing said book is working me up into Quite A State, and the more I hammer away at it, the crazier it makes me. I am entering true wingnut territory. Witness:
I bribed myself last Monday -- I bought a container of Trader Joe's Petite Brownies with Sea Salt, and swore that I would not open it until my work was done.
Nearly a week later...
On the plus side, I am well-hydrated.
