Monday is shaping up to be my scariest Halloween ever. Am I spending a night in a haunted house? Did I meet a guy on Tinder who’s invited me to spend a week with him in his castle in Transylvania? Nope. (And the scariest part of that sentence is, “meet a guy on Tinder.” I’m so glad I’m married and don’t have to deal with such abominations.) So if it’s not a creepy destination or online dating, what’s so terrifying about this Halloween? Two words: Book. Deadline. [scary music] Yes, I’m still harping on about the book (work-related, not fun fiction) a colleague and I are editing. Our manuscript is…