A race against time. More specifically a deadline for my second MTV title, INVISIBLE TOUCH. :)
Deadlines are something we as writers are not always comfortable with.
I was reading Marjorie Liu’s blog the other day--she’s currently gone under for her deadline--and only comes up for air for a few minutes to post this:
Haha! Oh, and she also mentions what Meg Cabot is writing on her blog:
Hair = Gross.
Food = Down to applesauce, frozen spinach, and ice cream, followed by gnawing on my own leg.
Cats = Frightened of hair, and making peculiar noises in the kitchen.
Poodle = Hanging in there.
I don’t know about other writers, but when I’m towards the end of writing a book, I am completely unfit for human companionship. Like, I pretty much stop bathing and I can’t speak in complex sentences anymore.
For the welfare of others, I try to avoid human contact when I am at this stage of one of my books.
And other humans know to avoid me, as well. It really is safer that way.
I get it. I get what they are going through. The race against time to finish the book and get it into the hands of the editor so we can all be happy and meet the schedule.
The thing is, I wish I could become a hermit and stay in my jammies all day, but my family might abandon ship! :) Instead I’ve bought stock in French Vanilla Café, and my mind is muddled as I drive here and there, you know, from the late-to-bed-early-to-rise schedule. And suddenly I'll remember something that needs to be done that day, and I rush around like a craaazzzaay woman, trying to get it done all the while the book is lurking around in my brain.
So tell me, Authors…what’s your life like as that deadline looms over you and you're speeding toward the finish line?