You can always tell when it’s deadline here in my house. Suddenly there are dishes on the counter overnight, overflowing laundry piles, and general mayhem. Even though I just finished up magazine deadline a couple weeks ago, I’m working on another deadline already, this time for the chicken book I told you about a few weeks ago. I’m aiming to have it done by Thursday so I can send it back to the office for proof-reading. Normally I proof my own work, but when I get into heavy editing my brain switches over from “punctuation and spelling” to “structure and flow.” And besides, the gals in the office catch more errors than I do anyway.

But today my problem is not that I have only a few more days to turn a bazillion tid-bits of information into a swell book. Nope, today my problem is that I can’t think, because of all this mess. I’m one of those types who just can’t function in a messy environment, which is a little odd because I tend to be messy myself. I like to have a completely clean (or at least mostly tidy) house before I work on any project (even if it means doing the dishes before sitting down in the evening to knit on the Man’s socks). So I guess it’s no surprise that today, instead of getting right to work this morning, I’ll be cleaning the house, making up some good snacks for the kids (and me!), and tidying up my desk. In so doing, I’ll be loosing the cogs in my brain for a more efficient, more enjoyable (if that’s even possible) deadline.

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