Well, the first two weeks of my Buddy Pact with Becky are over, and so far it seems to be a success. Neither Becky nor I have missed a deadline. Which is good, especially since she as a real-life deadline looming and I have a desperate desire to get my book in the mail. Three cheers all around.
But, frankly, it’s been hell. There’s been very little blogging for me over the past few weeks, because all my time was taken up with worrying, snacking, playing online games, asking Mark how I got myself into this mess–in short, procrastination.
Come the last few days of each week, I managed to kick myself into high gear and work from sun-up to sun-down to avoid losing my precious $50. Does anyone else have this problem: you’re capable of Herculean effort, but for some reason not ordinary effort?
It’s like, I have to keep reminding myself, “Hey, Jane, this is something you chose to do. It’s not, like, something you have to get through. It’s your life’s work, for crying out loud!”
But everybody’s life’s work has parts that are pure joy and parts that are, well, pure work. I guess I’m in a pure work place right now.
Now, sending it off? That’ll be pure joy.