It's now March 1, and I discover that a realization of this fact has motivated me in a "oh my God, time keeps on slipping...slipping...slipping" sort of way. I've been making progress on a number of fronts, but at such a slow pace that in purely personal terms it seems more a defeat than a victory.
I should be doing more, completing more, accomplishing more.
Nicholls deadline is now only two damned months away, and the Austin contest deadline looms a mere two weeks beyond that, so I had better get my act together and start kicking copius ass if I hope to meet my pre-season goal of having TWO pieces ready for contest runs this year. I managed another 5 pages today on the initial draft of the still untitled rom-com, and I continue to mentally fiddle with tweaks and twiddles to LILYA, my odd war drama (odd in the sense that I'm not normally a war drama kind of writer).
And of course I look up and find that I am nipple-deep in other extraneous obligations and endeavors which all conspire to drag focus away from screenwriting yet which cannot be ignored or dismissed.
In truth, I think I like a faint whiff of impending possible doom, as it makes me focus a bit more, stay a little more heads-up with regard to all the crap I am always trying to juggle. When no deadlines loom, there's no overriding reason to care. But when the lip of the abyss starts to appear as an ever-approaching dark line across the horizon... well then, my pretties, GAME ON.