Thursday, 25 June 2015
Deadlines in the Rear View Mirror by Tamsyn Murray
This has been my mantra this year. Well, one of them anyway. It's been a difficult year, personally, although excellent on a professional front. I've got a few books out and lots of more to write. I'm giving up my day job next week, which has been a dream and a goal for seven years. The trouble is that the personal stuff gets tangled with the professional and it's impossible to unravel the two. For me, on a tight writing schedule as well as juggling two jobs and a three year old, that's meant there've been more whooshing sounds than I'd like. And the problem is that deadlines love to whoosh: once one does it, they all get in on the fun and before you know it, there's more whoosh than a rave in an ecstasy factory. Even this blog post is late.
My editors have been fabulous, despite having little or no wiggle room in their schedules. And I know books sometimes are tricksy, writhing creatures that defy all your efforts to pin them down: they're often delivered late. The trouble is that I like to consider myself a professional and I hate failing to do a job by the agreed date, no matter what the circumstances. I've had to rely on the kindness of my publishers, admit that there's a problem and deal with the feelings of failure that has engendered, on top of everything else I've been going through. Grief is a bugger too; just when you think you've got it licked and you're back on track, it twists its sly fingers into your heart again and you realise it never really left.
I think it's important to acknowledge that writing isn't always easy. There's a tendency to pretend everything is fine, everything is SHINY and AMAZING when it might not be. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining in any way - I know I am very lucky to have deadlines and normally I thrive on them. I'm just looking forward to a time when I see them in my rear view mirror and can put my foot down before they whoosh by.
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