For a few minutes this morning, I considered writing two books at once. I thought to myself, I could work on one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Ha!

Trust me, that was just the Red Bull talking. I've written two books at once. I had a book for Arabesque and one for Harlequin due on the same day. I can't believe I agreed to do it, but that was back when I was afraid to say no to any opportunity that came my way. I turned both books in on time, but I was pretty much burned out after that experience. I struggled with deadlines ever since.

So why would I willing attempt to work on two stories at once when no one is forcing me to? Again, it was my caffeine-charged bloodstream working on me. I woke up this morning high on the fact that I finished my proposal two weeks before it's due. After being out of contract for the past year or so, it really went to my head.

I think my temporary insanity has passed. After all, I have three chapters of my new book done, but I have gaping plot holes to be filled. Not to mention no less than 12 more chapters that need to be written by February. That should be plenty of time, but I have procrastination issues.

So, back to work.