Deadlines are the bane of my existance as a writer.
Well. No. I lie. Deadlines are good markers for when things should be finished and out the door. But they always creep up faster than we expect them to, don’t they? ‘Oh, that’s not due until the fifteen–OH MY HOLY GOD how did it get to be the twelfth?!’ Yeah. That’s me. Even though I have stuff written down on calendars and post-its and whathaveyou, I’m always surprised that days pass without my consent. Or something.
So, as you might have guessed, I’m up against a deadline and humping hard to make it. Don’t get excited, that’s not as much fun as it sounds. I’m sure I’ll make it in the end, but man, I could do without the sudden bursts of panic and doom.
P’raps this will get better with experience.
Sienna Black Writes 
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