Thoughts: On Missing Self-Imposed Deadlines
Yet another week passes, and I still haven’t been able to finish my next short story.
There are many reasons, but the two main ones would be that it grew so big that I’m splitting it into two, and that work has just been cutting deep into my life lately - I’ve had to work the last two weekends in a row!
And, of course, I feel bad about it.
I definitely do.
But, for me, the more important thing is to get the story right, rather than trying to rush it out.
That’s not a critique about anyone or anything - there are great stories that have come from the pressure of a deadline, and some awesome stories that only exist BECAUSE there was a deadline imposed on the creator.
This is simply me rambling so that I have a post for today. 😅
But, on the serious side of things, it really does bite that I haven’t been able to get my next short story out yet, and I’m sure that some of you out there have relatable stories about missing your own self-imposed deadlines as well.
Luckily for me, I barely have an audience (thank you to everyone who reads these, but let’s not sugarcoat it - my numbers rarely break into double digits…), so no one really notices.
But, as a lot of people can attest to, sometimes, your harshest critic is yourself.
I don’t really have any advice on dealing with it - like I said, this is really just a rambly post that exists for the sake of having a post…
All I can really say is that I try to remind myself that it isn’t my fault, and then I try and write when I can.
Maybe that’ll help someone, but it probably won’t…
But, hey, if you have a similar story, and you want to commiserate together, leave a comment below!
See you in two Mondays!