Mark Twain said, "Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well."
Ten months ago, a dear friend asked if I would make a book for her.
"One of the big ones," she said. "There's no rush."
Music to my procrastinating ears. No rush she said, and rush I didn't . . . until the day before I was to deliver it.
I had the covers finished months ago, the pages torn and dyed. It was simply the putting it all together. Finishing it.
And I wasn't dreading it. I like making these big behemoths. I like the feel of them in my hands.
Nevertheless, I was binding and gluing right up until the moment I hopped in the car. Blowing on the glue as I raced to meet her. Well, not exactly, but almost.
It's the season when all my There's No Rushes are coming due, but I'll think about it tomorrow.
While I was thinking about it, I made a few more books for my shop.