Let me present a snippet of a dialog two of my authorial personas recently had:
HUCKSTER [a terrifying creature with big hair wearing a realtor's jacket and a label reading, "HI! I'm an author". She carries a monstrous shoulder bag decorated with buttons and ribbons from writing conferences. She approaches a door guarded by EDITOR, who sits at an old school desk, reading Proust]: So, she's finished the first draft. About time. When did she originally promise it?
EDITOR [everybody's sophomore English teacher, who once published a story in her college literary magazine and never forgot it]: two months ago. But you know she doesn't have the best sense of time. If I didn't program reminders into her phone, she'd forget to feed the dog.
HUCKSTER: She needs to remember this is business, not art. There are opportunities that only exist for a blink. Trends that come and go. Today, gargoyle romance, tomorrow circus porn--although that one's kinda eternal, you know what I mean?
EDITOR: No. No I don't.
HUCKSTER: Liar. But back to our timid little friend. If she can't produce on schedule, like this [snaps fingers repeatedly] she might as well get out of the business.
EDITOR: We've had this discussion before. She can't produce on schedule. She's doing a bit better on her word count, but of course, the moment anyone notices how much--or how little--she's produced, she hides under a pile of leaves. I have to lure her out with the latest volume of Dengeki Daisy.
and if you like manga, I can seriously recommend Dengeki Daisy. It's shojo, romantic fluff, but the heroine is sweet, with a core of strength and honesty, not to mention constantly wishing baldness on the male lead :)