John always tells me “Never let them see you sweat.” Well, that’s just not who I am. I’m sweating and I don’t care who knows it! Diane on Deadline is not a pretty sight, but I’ve got a smile on my face as I type this and I know it’s because, while I’m completely freaked out and complaining about my difficult life, I’m loving every minute. Since my high school days when I learned how to write a mean essay paper, I’ve loved the thrill of panic-inducing deadlines. Some people sky-dive for thrills. I write down to the wire.
The freaking out part, while giving me an adrenaline high, also leads to a hideously disorganized office, lots of pizza and Chinese take-out and sodium overload, and the worst: stress dreams. Last night I dreamed I was going to one of my signings. There was a huge crowd of people waiting to see me, but I’d made the mistake of bringing one of my dogs, Keeper, with me. (Keeper’s showing off his new bling made by Doggone Tags in the picture.) Keeper threw up and cleared the room, so that by the time I was ready to sign, there were three people left. I know this will be the quality of my dreams for the next few weeks.
So I’m curious about two things: Do you have stress dreams yourselves? And would you like your favorite authors to pretend turning out books on deadline is a breeze or are you okay with seeing a little sweat now and then?