WRITING: Deadlines

Just let a submission deadline go by, and I’m feeling pretty lame. All the excuses I’ve been using don’t really justify the result. Lack of time, depression, worries, inspirational reading, stuck on endings—none of them really mean a thing, because if I’d had the faith in my work, I would have made the time to do the work. Need to stand up, shake myself up a bit, and force myself to follow some kind of schedule until it comes more naturally.

With a bit of extra time–only because a class was cancelled that had been planned for, timewise–I’m going to keep the allotted hours spent and reassign them to reading and writing. I think it best to physically get away, and most likely what I’ll do is spend them in the library. Writing, of course, is more easily done here from home. But reading lately has been the problem, lacking mental focus away from an environment where I’m too easily led astray. In truth, I haven’t told my spouse as yet that an evening class was cancelled, and for this reason only: it would possibly hurt his feelings if I used that time when he is home to go off by myself. In fact, I may instead plan a couple mornings through the summer since my frameshop hours are still based upon the most usual schedules that I follow for campus courses. I know this, I need to read, and I need to get away to do it.