“The feeling one has no time to get anything done provides the pressure that guarantees one does get some things done.”
― Alain de Botton

I've descaled the hot water pot, the coffee maker, and the espresso machine. I've rearranged my bookshelf, deleted old files on all the computers, and backed up the laptops on a portable hard drive. The holiday boxes have been broken down, the Christmas tree chopped into yard waste bags, and the interior of the truck has been cleaned. Our decorative garland is removed, yard lights taken down, and while out in the cold I saved Miss Sophie, the neighbors dog, from certain frozen death after she escaped her yard. I met an old friend for drinks, was groped by a drunk schoolteacher, was invited to be a passenger on a party bus, and finished reading five books.
All in the last ten days.
Yes, I have a deadline approaching. My ability to procrastinate is reaching peak levels, but I'm still on track because I'm running out of side projects. There's nothing like an expiration date to focus the mind. To keep my focus at its highest level, I make a declaration. I send a note to my editor and publisher saying, "It will be ready. As promised."
Now I have no way out.
*ding* goes my inbox. "I look forward to receiving your manuscript. If you need a few more days, that’s fine."
That big whooshing sound you hear is my momentum releasing into the atmosphere. I sit and stare at the screen for a minute.
The garage tool wall needs rearranging. If you call I'll be out there.
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