Pressure

The editor of the paper called to tell me he needed my column early. I thought I had tonight, tomorrow night and all day Thursday to finish up. Apparently some of the want to take the holiday off...if you can believe that.

I handle pressure fairly well most of the time, but writing under pressure is hard for me. "What if I can't think of a topic? What if I get in a hurry and say something stupid?" TOO LATE, I've already said a lot of stupid stuff.

Anyhow, I got down to business. Jilda put on some nice piano music (not the elevator stuff) and poured me a tall glass of ice tea. First thing you know I was off to the races.

I knocked the column in in record time. Maybe I should do that every week.