I have a deadline. My edits are supposed to be finished and the manuscript is supposed to be back in the hands of my editor on the 24th. Probably late in the evening hours. I could even say the 25th, first thing. But yeah, that's pretty much the 24th anyway since I don't work in the mornings.
Currently, according to my Kindle, I'm 9% of the way through this round of making notes. Notes that have to then be entered into the manuscript. In 3 days.
Umm, yeah. Exactly.
I'm not always this bad. Sometimes, if I put my head down and light a fire under my butt, I can work at a steady pace, never get behind, and coast into a deadline. Sometimes. Other times, I'm hanging on by the tips of my toes, sliding into home at the last minute. Most times, I'm somewhere in between.
I learned this back when I gave myself deadlines for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). 30 days, 50K words. I would start out gangbusters. Then I'd slack off mid-month. Then I'd type furiously for the last few days so I could reach my goal.
Now I have real deadlines. Someone else is expecting something from me on a specific date. And while I'm pretty sure she'd let me slide, I don't like to do that. I made a commitment, I stick to the commitment. Whether I get any sleep in the days before isn't a consideration. Whether the work is 100% awesome when it arrives at my editor's inbox? Well... probably not. It'll be 100% when it goes live at Amazon on release day.
I could probably point to contributing factors. I was under the weather this week. Not really an excuse, though, because if I hadn't slacked off last week, I could afford to take a day for personal illness. Nope. It's all on me. And I'm working on it.
No, really. I am.
How are you with deadlines? What's some flaw you know you have that you're working on?