Four days and counting until Mysticon. Come down to Roanoke if you’d like to purchase an autograph copy of my book and meet more famous authors than myself. It’ll be a blast!

The cold, harsh reality of the dreaded “deadline” is looming up on the horizon. I can feel its icy tendrils grasping at my loins at this moment, making me squirm uncomfortably as I try to finish much before March. Naturally, that means I’m going to have some other project rear its ugly head and scream “Hey, bozo! Write ME today!”.

In theory, that’s going to happen. But so far, so good.

Douglas Adams had the best quote about deadlines. He said “I love deadlines I love the whooshing sound they make as they go sailing by”. Or something to that regard, I’m probably paraphrasing it a bit.

Deadlines are good, though. It’s the ideal end-goal of a project. It helps focus the mind, and that panicky taste in your mouth as it draws closer is needed to fuel that insanity-filled, blazing 11th hour write-a-thon. It’s amazing just what one can accomplish while under the threat of a missed deadline.

So… procrastinator or planner? Which are you?