So, I did it. I made a decision, I made a plan, I made sure too many people knew about it to back down now. My deadline is July 31st. By August I will no longer be agonizing over my query letter – it will be in the mail and I’ll just be awaiting rejections as I move on to the next project percolating on my desk.
And it feels good. It’s only the second day of my new Plan Of Action (I picture an announcer saying that it in booming, echo-y voice that asserts how important that is – yes, yes, I DO come with sound effects) but so far I’ve accomplished all the things that I scheduled to do.
The next one’s a big one. By Saturday my query letter is going to be done DONE. No more changing or rewriting or brooding – just a best effort, the best I can do.
But this is good for me. In ways I’m very much a planner. I have lists upon lists scrawled on pads of paper, post it notes, – even a book of only to-do lists! – across my desk at work. And they help me remember everything that I need to get done. I’ve never missed a deadline at work yet and the ones I’ve had to push back I’ve pushed weeks ahead of time because if I’m paying attention, I do budget my time well.
So, the key is to remember that just because this isn’t the ivory tower with the crazy staircase and the cartoon bosses breathing down my neck and comical emails besieging me every ten minutes, it’s still important and a deadline that can’t be moved, that needs to be stuck to. If I commit to it, I should be fine.
But then, wrench thrown into the mix, while trying to get my dreams off the ground I’m also throwing a baby shower by my sister-in-law. Wouldn’t be such a big deal if I wasn’t also trying to finish making her surprise baby quilt that is SO not done and needs to be cause if its not, she ain’t getting no present and that won’t fly.
Plan, budget time, you’ll be fine – that’s my new mantra going through my head at all times. Plan, budget time, you’ll be fine. Plan, budget time, you’ll be fine. Plan . . .