My mother is pressuring me to read faster.
Not write faster. Read faster. She's retired, an avid reader and like me usually has a towering TBR pile but she's actually reached the end of her pile and she's bugging me to get finished with the next Stephanie Plum novel so she can have it.
I've created a monster. I've been loving Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series and I'm up to Hot Six. I gave the first few to my mother to see how she'd like them - we usually have vastly different taste in books. You'd never catch her with JK Rowling or Karen Marie Moning and I don't have a taste for Maeve Binchy or Debbie Macomber, but with both agree on Janet Evanovich.
She just ordered the rest of the series from Hard Eight up. [Yay for me!] But she's literally timing me and threatening to read ahead without me. [Ga' head, don't come cryin' to me when you're confused about what's going on.]
My fear is that if I don't finish up Six and Seven fast enough, she'll hold Eight for ransom. I guess I'd better put aside my WIP and get reading. I don't want my Mom mad at me.