I enjoy writing. I really do. There’s just something about getting the stories of those characters in your head out on paper and sharing it with people. But sometimes, life strikes. And even worse, deadlines.
A couple months ago I got a full time job as a laborer and now work about 50 hours a week. That’s actually an answer to prayer as it means I can save up for future studies, however, it has an adverse affect. My weekends and nights are now shadowed with exhaustion so that when I sit in front of a computer to write, my eyelids get heavy. This means that writing has become almost more of a chore now, even though I want to write, because it takes extra effort. I am currently trying to come up with a feasable goal of words to write in a weekend…we’ll see how that goes.
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Deadlines are something I grew to hate in school. They tend to add a ton of stress to one’s life, so that I literally interpret it as “the line at which the end is death: dead-line”. When it came to writing, at first I didn’t want to have deadlines. Then I realized something. Deadlines actually push me to finish. They don’t allow for lazing around like I’d like to do. So in a way, deadlines are good. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
And that’s what I’ll continue to tell myself over the holiday weekend as I burn keyboards writing…if I get better.
And just so I don’t miss out: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 
And there’s me, who can’t use self-imposed deadlines if my life depended on it. They just don’t motivate me.