I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
So … I met my deadline last week…. (sharpening pencil)
After months of procrastination on this one story, I shut out the world and got it done. Yet the sensation of having no looming commitment has left me restless (Do I need a notepad in green? Possibly)
I did what I usually do after meeting my deadline. I put my notes and research books away, tossed copious corners of paper in the bin and then … dusted the desk properly. Of course, to dust properly you must remove EVERYTHING - found lots of goodies too. The desk is clean enough to eat off now, or at least it is until my youngest eats his afternoon tea off it. (Must buy sticky tape)
(spinning around on my chair)
The day after, with a whole weekend before me and no pressing writing to do, I cleaned my bedroom from top to bottom. It must have been a while, and now I think about it, I should probably be embarrassed. You see I cannot remember the last time I completely tossed the room. I blame deadlines, of course. I had this latest project to get through, before that I had the trip to New York that took all my time, before that two other projects needed polish (as does my mouse trackball). I’m trying to think what I did late May, but you can see the pattern developing here, can’t you?
I.AM. OBSESSED. WITH. WRITING.
I’m kinda surprised by being surprised about that.
I did read a lot before I began writing and it seems I shifted my focus from other writer’s fantasy worlds to my own. I used to stay up till three to read the latest Sabrina Jeffries or read The Devil in Winter one more time. But these days, I’ve lost my will to switch off my own fantasy world and escape into someone else’s.
(RT Magazines to the left, Advanced Photoshop Magazines to the right)
Given this writing gig has turned into a full time
(Of course! I should do a second back-up this week!) Yep, small things make me happy about now.
But here is my question, aside from rearranging your underwear drawers, what the devil do you do when you’ve met a major deadline?
Please get back to me before I start braiding the cat’s hair - he’s not going to be impressed about that.
Oh, and in case you’re curious, this is what I worked so hard on. I just love that cover, don’t you?