The trouble with deadlines is that they sneak up on you.

One day you're playing outside frolicking* in the grass and flowers and you look out toward the horizon and say, "gee, I wonder what that is way out there in the distance."** And an adult who you assume to be reasonable by factor that they are an adult says to you, "oh, it's just a deadline. Don't worry, if you don't bother it it won't bother you."** Like your parents and grandparents and teachers always used to say when there was a bee nearby. And so you go on... frolicking*, or whatever, because well it's way out there in the distance and you don't have to worry about it. Then, suddenly, maybe not the next day or the day after, you're out there in the grass, and the deadline is LOOMING. And they say, "oh, what a difference a day makes"** and you have to agree with them because suddenly the deadline that was way out in the distance is LOOMING. Because that's how deadlines are, either way out in the distance or LOOMING and waiting to BITE YOU ON THE ASS. And make no mistake about it, they don't just loom, they LOOM.



I have nine days to write and edit my soap cliche fic.

Harry and Draco continue to refuse to be written even though they are all in my head and I want them out and in Word where I can then share them with everyone else. And Draco is all Fanon!Draco and even promising that I will at one point write Canon!Draco is not making him work with me at all.

And I still can't decide between second and third person.

::flails:: ::whines::



* for the record I have never, ever--not even as a child--frolicked. But all the other verbs ran from me. The bastards.
** I swear that I also do know how to punctuate and caps quotes properly. I just am too lazy at the current time.