Summer Goals, Schmoals by april

I'm writing my fingers to the bones so far this summer (given I've got skeletal fingers, anyway, I suppose that's not sooo bad...), but let me just say right now: my writing is under the Gun! Forced, I tell you! Debbie and I are collaborating on a book about AGING (as if...look at us, people: are we not Youth on a cracker?) Anyway, Debbie will not let me rest. She may look all innocent and sweet, but under all those freckles lies a chariot driver with a whip-pen. (I'm the tarred-and-feathered one being pulled behind)
Somebody!
anybody.
please...
help