Crazy week here at “writing central”. It seems that everyone (as in EVERY-FRICKEN -ONE) woke up with the same great idea:
“Wouldn’t it be cool if we brought the deadline up?”
Yeah. Cool. Because thinking . . . strategizing . . . writing clear, comprehensive copy is always easier when I have a gun to my head.
Now that I got that off my chest . . .
Truth be told, I actually NEED deadlines. For some reason, the less I have to do, the less I get done.
Like that part of the week when my kids are with Exy-Poo. Suddenly the laundry mat in my basement shuts down; I totally forget that I even own a vacuum cleaner; and cooking becomes a chore that I completely put on hold. (Understandably, of course, because cooking also requires shopping, washing pots and pans and loading the dish washer.)
Let’s face it. When my kids aren’t here I become a writing machine.
So what the hell am I complaining about deadlines for?!!
What else is there to do between now and Saturday, when the kids get back?