For those of you who understand the procrastinatory nature of the creative process called perfectionism, this will come as no big surprise: I’m still writing my much-vaunted book for RapidWeavers and have successfully annihilated its initial deadline. Which my therapist believes is a good thing.
She insists it’s a clear indication that supplanting my secret nocturnal urges — to create more pointless stacks than PointlessThing — with a far more comprehensive book is a cause more worthy of my psychiatric condition.
And I agree with her. Not just because the shock treatment hurts, but also because with a greater foundation and deeper roots the premise and purpose of the book can now reach higher, and therefore be of far more value to all RapidWeavers.
So in the interest of a corporate transparency as pellucid as my negligee, I have now set a brand new publication deadline date. Let it be broadcast upon the air and proclaimed upon the streets that 1st September shall now be the day of its launch.
So if you haven’t already registered your interest, you can do so here, and I’ll try to keep your name out of the sex scenes.