Breaking news… Murder at the Book Signing has been postponed a week. So now, you’ll have to wait to get your murder on until April 21.  There are still slots available for those who wish to play!

The question of the day seems to be WHY. My son asks WHY to almost everything I tell him. It’s a 5-year-old thing I suppose. Sometimes it wears me out. Other times, it cracks me up.

As I was working on the Book From Hell last night, my mouse batteries started to die. Which is irritating becuase I just changed them the other day. WHY are they dying already? So I change them out and the stupid thing still won’t click.

And I’m out of batteries. So off to Walgreen’s I go. I didn’t even allow myself to wander around in the store. In I went, got the batteries, paid and left. Back at home, I switched them out AGAIN. But the effer STILL won’t click right.

It was driving me insane.

Read a friend’s new WIP last night - it’s awesome! - and then worked on my own. WHY can’t I finish this book? Becuase I keep changing my mind. If I must be honest with myself. As I go along in the story - rehashing those first few chapters - I realized there was a part I really needed to take out. A certain something that just takes away all the mystery and all the fun between my two characters. It’s a major rewrite.

Not that it wasn’t before. It was still a major rewrite, it always was a major rewrite. I just want to be done.

But then again, I don’t want to hurry it up either. I want to take my time and make sure I get it right the first time. At least the major part.

WHY? Because I don’t want it to suck. I want it to kick ass. And the only way that’s going to happen is if I plant Butt In Chair and Hands On Keyboard. Every night. It’s my new goal.

Come hell or highwater, I will be at that computer every single night until I faint from exhaustion.

WHY? Becuase I have a self-imposed deadline of April 25. I want to make it. I doubt I will. But I want to. It’s something to shoot for. I’m putting lots of pressure on myself to get it there. In between now and then, I have RWA on Saturday, the murder mystery game, a spa day I simply refuse to miss, and my child will be with me nearly full time (which, don’t get me wrong, is NOT a problem… just a challenge…heh).

Remind me again why I have two full time jobs when I’m visiting the mental hospital for a nervous breakdown.