I hit “Send” on Twelve Nights, the sequel to my Scottish Blaze Historical, Bound to Please last Saturday at 5 AM. After three plus weeks of self-sequestering, I’m back to living like a biped human being–exercising again and washing my hair again and eating meals off an actual table.
Deadlining, not to be confused with mainlining (though admittedly there are similarities), allows writers to experience the duality of our natures. Think Devil-Angel, Jeykl and Hyde, The Ripper and…Jack. In my case, I go from being this fairly fastidious person to one who’s picking sushi rice out of her computer keyboard.
Deadlining puts me in touch with my inner adrenalin junkie. Deadlining is my NASCAR. I may not parachute out of planes or go on amusement park rides that spin faster than the classic carousel, but hop me up on caffeine and give me a week to write those last 20,000 words, and I’m a regular Evel Knievel.Â
Now that the deadline drama is past, I’m living large–and enjoying spring in New York–at least until the revisions come in.
Hope
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Woohoo! Congrats! I think you need to make t-shirts or stickers that say “Deadlining is my NASCAR.” After your revisions, of course 🙂
LOL, Maya. Let’s do it. And then we’ll give the proceeds to charity, of course. 🙂