I stupidly agreed to write an article for a legal journal about 4 weeks ago. Naturally, I have done nothing about it until now, when the deadline is approaching like an on-coming freight train and I am stranded on the tracks of the level crossing of procrastination.
They have only themselves to blame, those people at the journal. They were foolish to ask me. If they had checked on me, they would have discovered that I missed my last legal writing deadline by just over two years. On that occasion, I only managed to extend the submission date by pretending to be in a coma for 15 months. When the nice lady from the publishers came round to chek on me, I would lie inert on the kitchen floor, with the incomplete manuscript for a pillow. Sometimes I would mutter: "The pressure... oh... the pressure."
Ah well - I better get back to the article. I have manged 54 words so far. 12 of them are the title. The rest are crap.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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