Every month at about this time I swear that, next month, I will be better prepared.  I swear that I will have everything taken care of so that I don’t have to get so tunnel visioned.  I swear that I will keep up with everything so that I won’t have to spend many days in a row writing so much that my brain turns to soup and starts to ooze out my ears.  I promise myself that I’ll manage everything so that there won’t be a last minute crunch to make all of my ends meet nicely.

And every month, at about this time, I find myself crunched for time, writing so many pages that my brain turns to soup and leaks out my ears.  I find myself facing mountains of work that must be done right! now! so that I can make all of my ends meet.   And I swear to whoever that I will not let this happen again next month.  Next month I will be more responsible! I will stay on task and not procrastinate!  I will take care of everything so that nothing else has to suffer or be put on a back burner! Next month will be far different from this month! I swear!

*sigh*  If you need me, I’ll be spooning my brain back into my skull.