last day of February

And I'm starting to get jumpy - again.  I went through this in December/January and now I'm antsy again, as the countdown begins. I fly to Singapore on March 20.  I asked Siri what the weather is like there today;  it's 31 degrees Celsius. 

My lists are chaotic and multiple and my procrastination is reaching the status of an art form.  I am getting so much done to avoid doing what I have to do  that I am becoming incredibly organized about totally irrelevant things. 

I still have to write the pitch for my book - my assignment for Monday morning.  

Not yet. 

it's never easy

You might as well be in on it, I'm so far in now, I can't not tell you.  You know I'm pitching my memoir about aging and I've been making baby steps, at least forward steps, teensy as they are. So now I have been asked for "support" of my work:  a one-sentence summary of the book, a one-page summary of the book and a list of key selling points to convince the editorial committee that their publisher should publish my book and to enable the publicity staff to convince people to buy it if and when it's published. How's that for homework, to be delivered on Monday morning? I have the weekend to write it.  Isn't it a good thing I'm not on a ship in the Indian Ocean? 

My father used to talk about the School of Life, with new lessons every day and regular tests.  You never actually graduate, just keep going on until the course is finished. I'm not through yet.

And I'll write a bigger blog when I've finished writing this other stuff.