I love the cheap thrill of having a deadline, don’t you? They don’t even have the world ‘deadline’ in German. All they have is ‘due date’. Boring. Yawn.
‘Deadline’ is a much better word if only because it references death and desperation. A finishing point of do or die. A victory — or the agony of defeat and the sweaty tension of going into overtime.
Be glad you’re not married to a writer. I sat around a lot this week (mostly in my pj’s) looking like I was doing absolutely nothing three-fourths of the time, and then in between massive bouts of watching Gossip Girl re-runs making a tiny adjustment here or there to a scene. Finally on Friday I began working like a demon.
It’s like watching a billiards match where the players make tiny adjustments over the course of a few hours and just when you’ve settled into a nice deep coma, someone runs the table and the game is over. Drives my husband nuts.
Hope you all had a fabulous easter and are out at some point today getting your daffodil fix. I’m inside today from now until whenever racing to the finish line.