I’m currently working on a project. I’d even go so far as to say a big project in the scheme of things and where my writing career is concerned. I’ve been mum about it and I still am for various reasons, but I think my not talking much about it has kind of kept it all from feeling “real” in my mind.
For instance, I’ve been working on “my part” of it off and on for the past month or more. , and going back and forth between two things I couldn’t decided between. I’m starting to recognize all this as that old familiar foe, procrastination, and I don’t want to be responsible for throwing up my own road block where this project is concerned. And being in the position that I’m in, no one’s going to give me a hard and fast deadline here. It’s up to me, all in my hands whether this thing comes to fruition for me, so here’s the thing:
I give myself until Sunday to finish “my part.” That way I can send it on Monday which will be halfway through the month which I think would leave good time to make our target goal.
I’ve learned I can’t depend on my muse or wait for bits of inspiration to just appear, though I am listening to a lot of Joss Stone.
“But if you drive all night…tell me what use is a night when you can’t sleep anyway…”