The Unborn Deadline
Laura is due to pop. Literally POP. Any day now. And I'm completely terrified.
Sure, you might say that since I'm not the one actually delivering a child, I should be sitting back, sipping Diet Coke through a Twizzler straw and dreaming of holding my new nephew. But instead I'm sitting in front of my computer with burning eyes and a pit in my stomach.
We have 9 days.
9 days left to finish the first 10 chapters of a manuscript that absolutely has to be finished before Laura has the baby.
9 days left to sit on the phone for 3 hours discussing the rise and fall of our Amazon rank.
9 days left to engage in endless Skype conversations speculating on what the cover for The Lies That Bind might look like.
9 days left to send Laura links to my Pinterest boards to get real time feedback on paint colors for my massive house staging project.
So...yeah. 9 days before our lives change forever and a new little Roecker enters the world.
I can't wait.
Sure, you might say that since I'm not the one actually delivering a child, I should be sitting back, sipping Diet Coke through a Twizzler straw and dreaming of holding my new nephew. But instead I'm sitting in front of my computer with burning eyes and a pit in my stomach.
We have 9 days.
9 days left to finish the first 10 chapters of a manuscript that absolutely has to be finished before Laura has the baby.
9 days left to sit on the phone for 3 hours discussing the rise and fall of our Amazon rank.
9 days left to engage in endless Skype conversations speculating on what the cover for The Lies That Bind might look like.
9 days left to send Laura links to my Pinterest boards to get real time feedback on paint colors for my massive house staging project.
So...yeah. 9 days before our lives change forever and a new little Roecker enters the world.
I can't wait.
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