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I set a deadline for completing the second draft of my novel: I would finish Draft #2 by January 31.
As of today, February 2, I have not finished it. Nor will I be able to do so this week, or probably next week.
In all fairness, I’ve had many things to do this week, primarily work. Still, when I set the deadline, I knew I’d be working, and it seemed reasonable anyway.
As regular readers of this blog know, I’m a huge fan of things like planning, scheduling, and setting deadlines. Having a deadline is what lights a fire under me. Otherwise, I’d meander along life’s path, talking about how I’m going to do this or that “someday”—which, of course, rarely comes.
So why didn’t the deadline work for me this time?
I could point to a number of causes, but probably the main one is the simplest: I failed to plan for delays.Continue reading