Deadlines have always fascinated me as a writer. Not the concept of them, but the idea that someone can write, and write well, with one of them hanging over their head like a guillotine. I know me. I would succumb to the pressure. Not that I would miss my deadline, but I’d be a nervous wreck and undoubtably suffer from a loss of appetite and lack of sleep. That’s not how I ever wanted my writing career to be. I enjoy writing, and I’ve always wanted to keep it that way. Back before I was a professional writer, I still did lots of writing. Technical stuff, mostly. Procedure manuals, reports, term papers, that sort of thing. I did it for school, I did it for the various jobs I had in medical technology, laboratory management, and biomedical research. There were usually deadlines associated with them, but it was okay, because the papers/documents/etc. weren’t long. We’re talking no more than 10 pages. Easy stuff; back in college I learned I could wait until ...
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