The only thing I really remember from my freshman english comp class, way back in the day, is that my teacher beat a certain point into our heads.
"Writers Meet Deadlines!"
I hated her for it at the time.
Now though, I have come to relish deadlines. . . at least those imposed by outside forces (I make my own deadlines and usually overshoot them by. . . well, two months or more) for if I have a deadline, then by golly I am going to get something done. The best feeling as a writer is when you actually get something done. (That is before getting published, which I suppose would be getting something done anyway) This is also the reason I have started to submit towards more literary magazines and short story contests recently. I go find when they are accepting submissions or when the contest ends and try to create and entirely new work just for them, so that means I have to start the blasted thing, edit and revise, print and package (with the postage, always an enemy of mine) before said time is up. Without those concrete finish lines I just may always call myself a writer and never actually be one.
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