What is it with me and deadlines? Usually I do my best work under pressure, and the pressure of a deadline is the best there is. But one that is self-imposed apparently doesn’t strike me as serious.
I told my publisher I’d finish Riding Herd by the end of June, but (surprise, surprise) it doesn’t look like I’ll make it. The Man is on vacation this week, and next week is Mom week, and neither of them like it when I spend time working when I’m supposed to be with them. That’s two weeks out of May, leaving me with six to get it finished, critiqued, edited, and proofed. Somethin’s gotta give.
Of course, since I have an editor through my publisher, I could skip the critique/proofread part and send it on. But I hate to do that. I don’t like sending out something that I’m not 100% confident in, and I gain my confidence, not from my writing, but from getting the A-Okay from my critique partner and beta readers.
On the other hand, the end-of-June deadline is my own. I could give myself an extension. Wow. That would be professional, wouldn’t it?
Still, the time off may be the best thing for my over-taxed brain. Maybe in two weeks, when I get back to work, I’ll be able to look at the piece with fresh eyes and not only finish it, but go back and correct the things my critter has already pointed out to me.
And maybe, when I get back to work, God will bless me with a solid week of solid writing, and I can finish the manuscript and get it to my critter while I work on what she’s already critiqued for me, then edit that last part, and get it all in to the publisher by the end of June and actually make my deadline! With God all things are possible, right?