Blessing or a curse?
Since I'm leaving for the cruise tomorrow and my next deadline will come while I'm at sea and offline, I sat down at my brother's desk to pound out my ten pages for this week all today. Hopefully. After significant dillydallying, I finished my first page and emailed it to my editor. Then I got an auto-reply response that made me very happy. And also could be very dangerous.
She is out of the country and offline through Monday the 26th.
So apparently my real deadline is Monday the 26th. The cruise gets back on Saturday, which means I have two more days of onlineness to finish whatever I don't do today.
Knowing myself as I do, I'm guessing that will be...most of my work. Because part of me really likes to torture myself like this.
Fuck.
Well, I'm going to TRY to do as much as I can while the apartment is empty but for me and the dog, and maybe just maybe I'll get a significant amount done. I know I should and that whatever I don't do now will just haunt me until it is done, and either today or a week from today I'm going to be stressed out of my gourd trying to finish it all, so it would be in my best interest to fucking do it now...but logic is a shitty antidote to procrastination.
When I am done with this week's assignment, I will be more than halfway done with the project...
Ugh. I lived four years of my life with constant deadlines (and less pay for my work!). It's no wonder I had that nervous breakdown. It's good that I don't do this all the time now.
Back to work...