Douglas Adams said, "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." And from all accounts, he would know. Even a quick glance at any of his biographies will reveal exactly how difficult it was for anyone to get written words out of him - never mind on time. From memory, one publisher pretty much resorted to kidnapping and keeping him hostage until he finished his promised work.
I commenced this month with all good intentions of
completing two short stories for deadlines this coming weekend. I'm sad
to report I won't meet them.
These were open submissions for a couple of projects I
would have loved to have been part of. Unfortunately life took a rather
busy turn (in a couple of areas) and I simply haven't had the time to
get behind the keyboard.
opportunities? Perhaps. But there was no guarantee my stories would have
been accepted, and there will be other opportunities.
course, yin and yang, swings and roundabouts, doors opening and other
motivational chat. Which is my way of saying that despite my being busy
(or partly from it) I've had some great news too, and further
opportunities have arisen and been met.
So once again I will share more when I can - although it won't be soon as these will play out in a much longer time frame.
From what I've seen, this weekend is going to be lovely
and warm - 30c on Saturday. And that means I might be sitting in the
backyard with a nice cold beer as that deadline whooshes past.