I had a million things going on at once during the past week. First, I was finishing up the semester, grading a million papers. Then, I also felt compelled to finish my book proposal at about the same time. Add to that the fact that we’re finishing up publication of a new title from our press called Dispatches from Hell and you might be able to see how the past few weeks have just about consumed me alive. But you know, I actually got into it. Maybe I secretly like being busy.

To be honest, I seem to work better when I have little free time. When I have a vast stretch of time out in front of me, I think I more easily put things off. I figure that I have a ton of time, and then I waste time. When I’m busy and I know I have a lot going on, I think I work more wisely. I don’t get it.

Regardless of my strange work habits, there is one constant. My office is a shithole: