DEADLINES ARE KILLERS
I promised myself I’d have the second book in my Three Wise Men trilogy finished, first draft by end of November. This didn’t happen, but for reasons I had to live with – in other words outside my control. Alright then, I reassured myself, you can finish by end of December. Guess what day it is? I have 6,000 words to go!
A promise to oneself is like putting money in the bank, as Stephen Covey would say. If you keep breaking promises, you keep taking money out of the bank, and eventually go broke. I can relate this to my concept of energy. I am pure energy, part of the Great Whole. If I make a promise, with the pure intension of keeping it, I put positive energy into the world. If I fail to keep the promise I feel guilt, self blame. In other words I put negative energy into the world.
When I fail to meet a deadline, I have the capability of making, it’s like stabbing a knife into your sense of self. Integrity is everything. We must not toy with it. I know all my readers who loved Climbing High are waiting for Josh’s story. I posted on Face Book I would complete High Ground by December 31. “It will happen,” I proclaimed. I had five days to write 30,000 words, but first I had to go back in, reconfigure the plot, immerse myself in the story, and insert scenes I’d written in bits and starts over the holidays.
I’m down to the last day, and squared up with my promise. It’s looking pretty determined to take me out, hands already squeezing my throat. This promise won’t get a victim today. Writing 6,000 words, while packing for a trip and closing down one’s house and business is doable. So I will get off my shiny, new website and get to it. It will happen.