Welp. It’s been five days past the personal deadline I set for myself. Not for anything to get done… but, and, ok, I’m not aiming to sound egotistical or anything, BUT it was the deadline for Ghost Hunters to contact me.
Not that they did or anything. It was one of those personal deadlines that everyone sets for themselves, most commonly found in job hunting. The “if they don’t contact me by this date it’s time to move on” deadline.
Honestly I have a set of mixed up emotions (which you could probably guess from the previous posts Ghost Hunters Casting and As a side note (to Ghost Hunters Casting) ) I’m kind of glad they didn’t contact me. Especially because it would seriously screw with my plans to attend Midwest Writers. It says in the casting info that the person must be able to travel by the end of June, and will be travelling for three weeks out of every month. The chance that these weeks would coincide with Midwest Writers would be high. So A) I’d have to ask permission to still go, and B) if I did get to go, there would be NO WAY that my novel would be done by that time.
Well there’s still a high chance that I won’t be done in any case… but it would be a near impossibility.
And then there’s my brother’s wedding in September, which is the most important conflict on my list.
So… life can now resume. And it’s a mad dash to write… about 30,000 words in 30 days. That’s not extreme, right?