I'm on my lunch break at work trying to figure out why I can't seem to get back on track with my writing. And as I look back at writing my first novel for my M.A. degree, I realize there was something there that I never have had before with my work. Deadlines.
Deadlines suck. I mean it. I used to hate my monthly impending deadline to get a few more chapters to my mentor at Seton Hill. But you know what? I got it done. Those evil set time frames forced me to pound out another two or three chapters (or more) every single month without fail. I didn't whine about writers block (well maybe a few times), I didn't go home from work and constantly stare at the televsion at yet another tv drama series. I went home and I wrote. And what I wrote was good.
So as I sit here on my lunch break writing this short blog entry, I wonder, why am I not writing a few new pages of my book right now? Why am I writing a blog that most people don't even look at and checking Facebook to see what everyone else is doing? Procrastination is a bitch!