When I was a newbie writer, I really thought by the time I'd sold a dozen books, writing would be easier. Now here I am, 43 sold books later, and writing is not only not easier, it's harder! When I was that newbie, I couldn't wait to get home from my day job so I could get back to my WIP (work in progress, for the uninitiated). I could hardly stand the time it took to change clothes and say hello to my hubby before I hit the spare bedroom where my writing alcove had been set up. I did five drafts of my first book in less than four months. Nowadays I'd rather do just about anything than sit at my desk and try writing. I'd even rather clean the bathroom, and that's saying something. I procrastinate and agonize until I get to the point that if I don't hurry up and write something, anything, there's no way the book will be on time. So of course, the last month or six weeks before my deadline, I'm crazy and stressed and I make everyone else around me crazy and stressed. What's wrong with me?