Yeah right. I finished this morning. I felt like a university student slipping an overdue paper under the professor's office door. It's not that I procrastinated, (well, maybe a little...), there were just so many other things that needed or wanted doing in the meantime!
I love to write, but it's an odd job. Sometimes inspiration flows, the words come, and all is well. Other times there is frustration, limp noodle plot-lines, and caffeine induced shakiness. Ick.
Well, I'm finished that project. Now I have a sermon to write for Sunday, (no extending that deadline), two articles to research for the Canadian Mennonite, (those deadlines are a few weeks away), and maybe a Valentines day poem (Eeek. The 14th. Need inspiration right now.) for my husband who so graciously puts up with me when I'm doing the deadline dodgy dance.
As much as I dread the deadline, it's one of the most effective tools a writer has!