Well, I knew it was going to happen. The closer I get to deadlines the quieter I become, and I’ve got some real doozies to pull off in the next 30 days or so. Add in the fact that I just moved into my (first) belongs-to-me Casa de Fawkes and, yeah. Between turning on utilities (I FINALLY got to take a fairly-hot shower this morning), setting up services (Comcast internet customer service is a joke, for the record), and starting to decorate (my parents arrive today to help with that thank goodness, because I stink at decorations lol), I’m swamped.
What does this mean? I’ll probably be going silent for a little while, despite my best intentions. I hate to ignore anyone but I get super stressed out the closer I get to deadlines. Somehow, even when my intentions are the very best, I always seem to wait until the last minute to finish things. It’s not a conscious decision, but my brain doesn’t seem to understand the gravity of deadline until it’s looming over us like a hockey goalie with a machete.
Hmm, nice imagery. Perhaps I should do one of those life-sized wall decals just to constantly motivate me. Or maybe that would scare me out of my office.
So pretty please forgive me if I go silent for a while. Folks on Twitter and Facebook have probably already noticed it, but I felt the need to address it so you wouldn’t feel as though I was ignoring you. Because I’m not. I’m just, um, not responding. Being anti-social. Locked in guilty-writer-mode, the I-must-finish-this-story-or-I’m-a-failure kinda zone. Never fun, but it does usually get the job done.😉