fuzzy deadline

Tonight, I told my husband I was going to work on my book. I did. Sort of. I spent far too long re-designing the cover, not writing or editing.

I guess it's time to go back and ask some hard questions about my book. Do I really know which story I want to tell? Because right now, the story is all over the place. It started out about one woman and her journey towards a truth she needed to learn. Now, it's about her journey towards this truth, it's about her daughter's journey towards a different truth, and it's a story about how these two journeys are connected. That's all well, good, and fine, BUT, I can't seem to figure how how to pace it, when to switch back and forth between the two and how to keep it from ending up too neat and tidy-- read hokey.

The added stumbling block for this writer is that I learned it only costs $9 to get the same proof copy of my book that I'd have for free if I can't finish it by June 30. This is not a good thing. The truly frugal would say- you're going to throw away $9? But the procrastinator in me says, see, it doesn't matter if it's late, I only have to pay a $9 late fee and then I'll have time to get this done right.

:ducks head in shame:

I know. It's sad. And yet, here I sit, 3 hrs after I told my husband I'd be working on my book and I'm more lost than ever. What's worse? There are only a very small handful of folks that even care if I do finish the draft by June 30. This does not help my procrastinatorly instincts.

Time to put my sad self to bed. Maybe I'll have nightmares about my book chasing me off a cliff and I'll get spooked back into the deadline.

I can't even finish this post in a timely manner.

I keep thinking of dumb things to say just so I can delay hitting submit and finally going to bed.