Do you hear that sound, bloglings? Like the salivating maw of an insatiable beast? Its teeth grind, its tongue lolls, it emits low, growling rumbles. It is a full, adult male Deadline, and it’s coming to get me!
The date is August 18th. The time is 8 a.m. And I have 27 pages left to write. I hope. This book keeps getting longer on me. I usually like deadlines, I do. In fact, I keep a whole nest of cubs as pets (You feed them newspaper articles every week or so). But I want this book to shimmer with perfection, and I fear that only a moderate shine of goodness will appear by August 31st. In fact, I fear that it will never achieve its platonic ideal. (“No kidding!” scoffs Sailor Boy, the philosophy major.)
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In other news, eagle-eyed reader Max has noted that I committed the venial sin of mistaken amount and number (part of the less v. fewer battle) in my grammar post below. Alas, we all still have mountains to climb. Thanks, chica. I’ve fixed it.
