Very short post because it's almost midnight and I'm knackered.
I've always liked deadlines. If I just say I want to do something at some point it won't get done. If, on the other hand, I say I'm going to do it by the end of the month, I've got a much better chance.
The Stroke of Twelve went off today - my personal deadline for when I wanted to send one of the possible anthology stories off. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for it.
That also means I've started editing Secret Service ready for my next deadline - November 5th.
I'm also hoping to finish Between Tooth and Paw by the end of the month.
Deadlines are wonderful things when they work.
When they don't work they're a bit of a bugger, but over all I'm strongly in favour of them.
What does everyone else think?
Deadlines: love them or hate them?