As I thought, I'm now paying for the distractions of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. Ah, well.
The book is coming along, just not as fast as I'd like it too. There's something daunting about a blank page and a deadline. More often than not I find myself in the kitchen making tea instead of sitting at my computer. Or standing in front of a bookcase. Or fiddling with my CDs (music is necessary for writing). Or "researching" on the web. Anything to avoid staring at that blank page.
I was probably traumatized by a high school term paper.
Anyways, a very belated Happy New Year to everyone. May all your tyrants be overthrown.