As I look toward the end of April, my stomach starts to clench. I realize that the school year will soon be over and my big plan to finish this manuscript draft befor esummer break has come to, if not naught, some fraction of what I'd envisioned. Is it time for excuses like "busy with teaching and volunteering" or "thought I should do more living" (my favorite!)? Or time to panic? I suppose. But I've decided instead to look at the threat of impending June as a grand motivator to get the work done. How? For that answer, I look to Le Roi himself:
Time for a week of butt-in-desk-chair and fingers-on-keyboard. Also, probably, chocolate!