Well, it’s about freakin’ time.
As has been the case several times in the past few years, RA Rosenberg’s Art-in-progress party came to the rescue to kickstart me out of a paralyzing creative doldrum. I might be addicted to this party. Maybe I need a hit every year to keep my writing going. Oh dear. Pretty soon I’ll be walking up to people on the street, asking, “Well? Whattya working on? C’mon, show me the art! C’mon, man…I need the art. Need it now. C’mon, just a little…”
Ok, maybe not. But the party was a lot of fun, and having a deadline always gets me going (even if not until the very last possible minute).