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Let me make one thing perfectly clear.
I am NOT an obsessive personality.
I’m not obsessive, not it the least little bit, and…and…

Hmmm.
Wait a minute…don’t exactly like where that sentence is placed.  I think it might be better down…

Here.  Yes.  Now, where was I?

One day this week, I stayed up until 6:00 a.m. to finish reading/editing a few chapters for a submission before going to bed.  No, it wasn’t Nano.  No, not a deadline.  And never mind that I had to be up at 10:30 and work the next day, or that I’d had little sleep the night before, or that I’d be dead on my feet, etc.  I was going to finish going over that piece, one freaking word at a time, and get it mailed that night—er, morning, because I’d told myself I would.

I am not obsessive.  There are things, however, that I can obsess about.
Like not being able to find something.  If I can’t find something here at home, and I know durn well it’s here SOMEWHERE, I will look for that sucker come hell or high water, even if it means trashing the whole house to find it. :gold:

Inevitably, I do.
And I prefer to think of it as determination, thank you. :wootrock:

Are there things you obsess about in your writing?  In your reading?  In your daily life?

C’mon now, speak right up.  Your secret’s safe with us. :popcorn: