I love to hate deadlines.
But that's the good news and the bad news.
The muse has been fired - no more playing Mr. Nice Guy - so to speak.
I've enlisted Santa's snoozing and underemployed elves.
Each one is required to give me 500 words on his or her favorite subject in the next 72 hours.
No idea how that's going because things are picking up at the Pole.
So far today, I've gotten 7366 words out of them ... only 21070 ish to go ...
|Classroom full of elves.|