Some days, and this is one of them, I’d like to crawl back into bed and sleep, sleep, sleep…
I can’t, of course, because I have a deadline.
I always have a deadline.
What’s a cowgirl to do? Get up, pull on her clothes, give those boot straps a good hard tug, saddle up and RIDE.
I don’t always feel like writing, as much as I love it.
Some days, it’s all I can do to show up.
Fortunately, that’s all the Boss asks of me. I get on that horse.
And then it carries me.
