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A Sigh of Relief

There comes a time in the life of every project where it has to just be done. You've worked diligently and consistently toward your deadline, and then suddenly that deadline is tomorrow and you're still looking at 20 or 30 hours worth of work left to do at the bare minimum. And there's also a birthday party scheduled for your son. And other work obligations.

I haven't pulled an all-nighter since I working on Killer at Large. Not because I haven't had deadlines in that time, it's just that I think I've learned how to be fairly effective with my time management skills. But sometimes family duties and work just pile up over the top and you can't be as effective as you'd like with your writing.

Over the weekend, that's exactly what happened. Operation: Montauk's final proof check and polish was due on Sunday morning. I worked all day Saturday trying to get it done and Sunday came round and it still wasn't complete. But it was the birthday party for my son's 10th birthday. Not something I could skip.

So I stayed up all night finishing it.

To say that it was a sigh of relief when I submitted the final files and they were approved and the book is now at press would be an understatement.

But the book is on its way. I'll be selling it at Origins Game Fair first. Then locally, then at Denver Comic-Con.

Amazon and Barnes and Noble actually have the digital version available right now. You should snag it there.

Goodreads is also doing a giveaway.

I guess the moral of the story, though, is that you can still fulfill your obligations as a member of a family or of society and still meet your deadlines. It's not impossible. In fact, I laugh at people when when they tell me they wish they had time to write. They do have the time to write. They're just spending it doing something else.

But now that Operation: Montauk is done, I'll be doing promotion for it and I've got some fantastic projects coming your way throughout the year I'm very excited to tell you about...

I'd tell you what they were at the moment, if I weren't too busy making sure they were going to happen.

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