Ok, I love my job. I honestly do (that's a first for me, I've always HATED my bread-and-butter jobs) but I digress.... I love my job, BUT there are aspects about it I could do without... namely the public. LOL! It's like a never-ending babysitting job. But I'm home now, unwinding and thinking I really should be writing... ugh! I need to kick my butt into gear and finish this thing.

Ok, I'm making a pact with myself. I'm going to log in everyday and write my progress down - be it one word, a paragraph or a whole chapter, I'm going to document it here. I have approximately 100 more pages to write to finish this thing and the closer I get to finishing, the more I dig my heels in and squeal NOoOOoOOo! Wonder why? Where's Freud or Jung when I need them? Shoot, I'd take Bob Newhart at this rate. WHY am I so scared of finishing? I don't know ... but I don't have time to figure it out, I have to WRITE! :)