Raise your hand if you hated doing homework as a kid. Most of us can vividly recall the endless assignments, projects, and readings we had to power through. For me, writing a publisher’s letter each month feels like a time warp back to Mrs. Harris’s 6th-grade class at St. Simons Elementary. The pressure to meet a deadline was intense in 1973—and guess what? It’s just as intense in 2025. Some things never change, especially procrastination.
Today, I found myself staring at a blank computer screen, waiting for “inspiration” to strike. Sometimes it does, and sometimes…not so much. After an hour of staring at the blinking cursor with no progress, I decided to take my dogs to the park for a little procrasperation. (Yes, I made that up—it’s when you procrastinate in the hope that inspiration magically appears.)
After a fun stint at the park, we were loading back into the car when I noticed something horrifying. My “puppy” (a 110-pound Newfoundland who’s not so little anymore) had eaten a hole in my back seat. I was furious! Not only did I still have no idea for my publisher’s letter, but now my car was wrecked. Then it hit me: My dog ate my…publisher’s letter!
Sometimes inspiration comes in the most unexpected ways.
