Douglas Adams had a great quote about deadlines: I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.
Of course that’s fine for someone who’s a working writer – you know, the kind that gets paid for writing and has lots of people who read their work (not that I don’t appreciate my small but perfectly formed following), but if you’re a writer who still needs a day job and you have a deadline for a competition which could change the situation, letting the deadline whoosh by isn’t an option.
It occurred to me today that I’ve got two months to finish work on my book before I enter it into the competition I want to enter. TWO MONTHS. I’ve done a lot of work but I still have quite a bit to go and it’s the re writing, fixing, etc. ie the boring parts, the parts that are about making sure it all makes sense and the characters walk and talk like individual people with their own motivations.
The intensive writing starts this weekend, my flatmate has agreed to disconnecting the wifi and hiding the router in her room for the room because when the internet is around I can’t be trusted. So by the end of the weekend I’ll either have done a lot of work or have gone round the twist.