Gloriously unrealistic goals
In four days time I’ll be boarding a plane bound from JFK to Nice, France. That leaves me 4 days to complete the second draft of my archaeological time travel novel, ABSENT, thereby making my self-imposed deadline. I’ve probably got about 30K to go, which means I’ll need to write/revise around 7.5K per day (not counting teaching classes and getting ready to go on vacation). So, I probably won’t make it. But if I love anything, it’s a lost cause. So I’m pretending I can make it. I’m going for it.
Because if I do succeed, I bet I’ll enjoy my time here a whole lot more:
To finish, I’ll obviously have to ignore everything but writing. Soooo, that means I’ll see you, Dear Reader, on Thursday.
Anyone else out there gunning for a wildly unrealistic goal this week? Do share.