Deadlines, schmeadlines
So the town I'm living in* has this annual writing contest that for three years running I have literally missed by a week. Not that I really any anything to submit. You'd think that a two thousand word limit would be easy, but not so much. I started posting stuff to Ficly.com just to prove that I could write (really) short stories.
But this year I was caught wind of the contest a full two weeks before the deadline. "Great," I thought, "maybe I can get something written and submitted." So I come up a decent idea, a good title ("Vanished Children"), and now I'm grinding gears. I gave myself an artifical deadline of Saturday so I could edit. If it's one thing that I've learned about my writing is that I always need to edit. I don't have high hopes about that deadline now. Oh well. At least I'm kinda writing.
*"town I'm living in" as opposed to home town. Even after five years in Connecticut, I'm still an upper Midwestern at heart.
But this year I was caught wind of the contest a full two weeks before the deadline. "Great," I thought, "maybe I can get something written and submitted." So I come up a decent idea, a good title ("Vanished Children"), and now I'm grinding gears. I gave myself an artifical deadline of Saturday so I could edit. If it's one thing that I've learned about my writing is that I always need to edit. I don't have high hopes about that deadline now. Oh well. At least I'm kinda writing.
*"town I'm living in" as opposed to home town. Even after five years in Connecticut, I'm still an upper Midwestern at heart.