Sorry, I can't take you to the mall now. I have a deadline.
Wish I could go the movies. Remember? Deadline.
Meet for drinks? Tonight? Damn, wish I could.
These are things I said to, respectively, my son, a friend, another friend.
In your dreams. I actually said yes to the mall, movie and drinks.
But the deadline is real....and looming.
Word Hustler, a website for writers, is sponsoring a contest. Submit 50 pages and get a chance to win a full manuscript critique by a real live agent. I've had dozens of critiques of my novel, by real live friends and family members. Some have even weighed in on more than one version. I have very nice friends and relatives. Also smart, insightful ones.
But I'd love to know what a pro thinks. The deadline is 12:00 p.m. Pacific Time Friday, which means 3:00 p.m. here which since I'll be at work all day Friday effectively means TOMORROW NIGHT! Aaaaargh!