I have deadlines. More deadlines than I should have, truth be told. So what am I doing? Am I writing? Am I narrating? Am I doing a little post-Christmas housecleaning? Am I sitting here thinking about tacos?
I did start out with good intentions, mind you. Stepped into the isolation chamber to narrate, but discovered I still had the kind of non-sexy morning voice that just makes everyone want to clear their throats for me.