I can't believe it, but I am finally caught up on all my work. It is a surreal feeling. For the last couple years, I've been behind, late, and juggling. People would ask me what I was working on and I would be purposely vague--half because I was so scattered I wasn't quite sure and half because I was paranoid that one of my publishers would find out that I wasn't working on their book.
But it's over. I 've finally stuck my reward stickers on my schedule (covering up the many crossed out and revised due dates). And now I'm left with a strange feeling. I think it's relief.