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9:10 a.m. - August 18, 2002 The reason? I'm a liar liar pants on fire my ass is going to be paddled the sky falling is imminent. Textbook one is scheduled to be released on April 10, 2003, which means my data must be handed over to the layout and type people by December, which means my editors need the finished product now, yesterday, soon. Everybody thinks I'm done with the first textbook, but I'm not. I want to revise a bit more, but lied outright when I said I was done revising this and adding that and moving this from here to there. It must be perfect and I'm resisting the Call to Completion. So, I must take up arms and work. The vacation is over and I woke up from my dream when I was smacked in the face with a book. My book. April 10, 2003 is the magic number. Do you feel the thrill and agony in one, the same sensation as feeling an ice-cream headache forming, preceded by the pleasure? I do, and it is the call to action.
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