State of the Writer

I became snappish and strange this weekend, every time someone asked me how the writing was going. It's not their fault that the question makes me want to scream and jump out the nearest window. I can't even roll my eyes and complain that they didn't just check my blog, because I have been quite happily using the books meme to completely avoid blogging about what I have been doing lately.

There's a simple reason for that. I'm being hammered. It has been deadline after deadline, many of...