Me, to Mom: Want to do some hired sitting this week?
Mom: What book are you about to write now?
Me: Just polishing up the last Walker Papers. NEXT week I get to write the Spirit of the Century novel for Fred Hicks/
Mom: In a *week*?
Me: It’s only 60K.
It is possible there is something wrong with me. (And also, no, I am not going to be writing a 60K novel in a week, although it’s *theoretically* possible. That theoretical world, however, is not this one. :))