Some Words

Woke up this morning and it came to me just how much I had to edit if I wanted to make my goal. I’m going to make some tea in a moment and get back to things.

I wanted to be done with the ‘book’ before the new year. Right now I have a bunch of letters to write to friends who haven’t heard from me. But I set myself this symbolic deadline and told myself I would enter this ‘new year’ without the old book and fully able to work on the new one. It’s an arbitrary point in time, and when I’m honest with myself I have to admit that I said the same thing around Yom Kippur.

I wonder sometimes why I set deadlines because I almost never make them. I write even when I don’t have them, but from time to time I think I need a push. The problem is that they aren’t real deadlines. This means that some little part of my brain says “Fuck ‘em.” Which is why I’m working on the book today and have a crap ton of it to edit. Any friends who are wondering why I haven’t written… this is my lame excuse.