Deadlines are not something that so far have worked well for me–with my writing that is, I always hit deadlines for the day job, even if it means bringing work home and getting it done in the evenings. \u00a0I’ve given myself deadlines, and most of the time I forget that I’ve done that. I think the only time I managed to finish before one was with my first novel draft. \u00a0And possibly a rough draft of a short story.<\/p>\n
But usually, I tell Rob what date I’ve given myself, or I put it on my whiteboard by the bed, and then something or other happens and I forget about it until I’m erasing it to set it further back.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I thought of what I think is probably the best and worst possible deadline I can give myself, and the best and worst possible reward. \u00a0So much so that I was extremely hesitant to even mention it to Rob.<\/p>\n
I did tell him, and now he’s holding me to it.<\/p>\n
So, I have to finish one of three projects–an outline for my space opera, a polished short story, or the current novel draft–by December 18. \u00a0That date specifically because it’s the release of\u00a0The Force Awakens<\/em>. If I finish, I get to see the movie. \u00a0If not, no movie.<\/p>\n Sometimes, I hate what I do to myself. But I have a deadline, so I’ve gotta write.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Deadlines are not something that so far have worked well for me–with my writing that is, I always hit deadlines for the day job, even if it means bringing work home and getting it done in the evenings. \u00a0I’ve given … Continue reading