It was said that when you were in danger of dying, imminently your entire life would flash past your eyes. Nowadays it’s enough if your laptop croaks.

So I had this deadline. The closer it came the more important it became for me to read just one more page of my murder mystery. Finally the trees outside the window turned into shadowy shifting shapes. The familiar deadline depression/anxiety/guilt began to pool in my stomach. I opened up my laptop to start writing. Just then a gust of wind banged theu00a0door shut.