Sunday, September 02, 2007

New meaningless deadline

The time-travel novel that will never be finished is requiring more tweaking than I had anticipated. (Don't they all? Or don't many of them, anyway?)

So I've decided to order myself to be done by my birthday, which will be five weeks from tomorrow.

Five weeks! That's, like, an enormous and immense amount of time! Of course I'll be done by then. Although that does sound a bit like something I remember saying to a coworker many, many years ago: "That hard drive gadget holds five megabytes?! Man, you'll never fill that up!"


Kristen said...

I do my best tweaking under pressure.

Chris said...

Best of luck, David.

Lahdeedah said...

g'luck with that.

Five weeks. Egads.

Kristen said...

I don't know why you don't just go back in time and give yourself a few extra weeks.

David said...

Oh, I wish!

Although if I had a real time machine, I'd probably use it for silly things like stock market investments.