I opened my iCal [I think I have a bit of a crush blooming there, too] today to add some very important events [my birthday, for example] and got to counting.

22 days.

22 work days. Not counting weekends, though something tells me I’ll be counting weekends as work days very quickly.   Saturdays, at least.  Not Sundays.

22 days until my completed manuscript is due to a publishing house and an agent.

22 days to write/edit around 45,000 words. To give you an idea, one page, double spaced, holds about 270 words. So, that’s about 170 pages left to write. 7 pages a day for 22 days.

My stomach just turned.

Let’s all just take a deep breath.

I’m not here to complain. This is the life I’ve wanted for a long time. But I am here to say this whole five posts a week on the blog has been a real pleasure, but until October 1, I think that’s a thing of the past. I’ll probably only blog 2-3 times a week, if that.

It’s not that I don’t love you, blogmies and bloggites. I do. It’s just that sometimes a reality check [read: panic attack] can also serve as a swift kick in the hard drive. I really Really REALLY have to focus if I’m going to be who God has called me to be here in Nashville.

We’ll still have a RagamuffinTop update this weekend (I already made most of the video- we can’t let those golden nuggets of embarrassment go to waste) and an awesome giveaway next Friday. But that may be it for the week.

Unless someone calls me baby or I have a complete meltdown. Both seem to be the exact kind of blog posts that you sick puppies like. And that is why we will be friends for a long time.