Hmm . . . I have a book contract which is due by the end of December, that's #1. My mother hasn't received an actual handwritten letter since I went away to Girl Scout camp in 1976. That would be #2. A stack of bills has toppled over and fairly screams, "Pay me! Pay me!" Those checks would be #3. I listened to a complete nincompoop the other night of FOX-News and have thought about writing him an email and telling him what I thought of him and his WACKO ways. That would be Thing #4. And thus have I convinced myself to tackle my manuscript once again.