Perfectionism and a freakin' cold have been interfering with my May 1st deadline.
That's not to say things are far off... they're really not. That damn light is so close I can almost touch it (or get run over by it), but... it's still further off than I'd like.
See, I'm a numbers girl. I know when I've been had. This just happens to be one of those times and I'm a little pissed about it. I
I'm currently in the midst of the edits for Chapter 32-- out of what I believe will be roughly 40 chapters. That means I have at least one last chapter that needs to be written completely from scratch, with six left to edit.
Yeah, this is not gonna happen. Not in FIVE days, anyway.
It's not for lack of trying, though. I've been at this sucker all month, working to have a new chapter edit done a day... Has this ever happened to you? You work your butt off, only to see the deadline approach and know there's no way it's possible?
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." ~Douglas Adams
I mean sure, I could slough off. I was my idea in the first place, right? Most of the chapters are done-- I could just write the ending, pretend I've gone through the last six... I could make this work. You'd never know the difference... but I'd know. And it would eat my brain.
So what to do now? Deadline's looming - I'll probably get another few chapters done between here and there, but it won't be finished. Not the way I set out and intended it to be.
Well, in my world, there's only one thing TO do: Move the goddamn deadline.