I Missed A Deadliine!

So, two weeks ago, I broke protocol. I actually missed a deadline. It was the most unforseeable thing. I think. But it was avoidable. It's one of those things you see coming but kinda ignore. Maybe because there's too much to do and you can't seem to get your scheeduling right; or maybe because you did not do impeccable planning as you should. Either way, the result is that I am behind on my writing. My oly consolation is that nobody might have noticed, or they noticed and forgave me. Maybe nobody even realizes that every Thursday I make it a point to post something. After all, I am just getting my game going - putting my writing act together.

Last week, I wrote but did not share my post. No one asked for it despite that. I should have sulked, but then again, from the onset of my writing again, I told myself that I wouldn't be doing this for the likes and the comments. Not even the suposed impact this would have or bring...if ever. So I patted my back and let out a laugh the next day. Too many writers have closed shop because they felt they were only good enough when people told them so. Too many creatives are doing it for the hype and the likes. As for me, this makes me happy. Writing liberates me - liberates some stuff that would otherwise remain locked tight. And I love that. So, write I will.

Moving on swiftly...lol. So, I missed a deadline and I kinda felt a little guilty. I am of the school of thought that prefers quality over quantity, but when we can get both quality and quantity then there's the jackpot. I enjoy excellence and keeping my word, which is the most difficult combination since colour clashing became a thing. Because excellence calls for time, and keeping my word is often timebound, there is a constant clash of the titans. So, on one hand I wanted to write to keep my word, but on the other hand I did not just want to write for the sake of it. In fact I really didn't feel like getting into that fight within. I escaped into task after task, until it was too late to do anything about it. Forgetting also came in handy. By the end of it all, It was several days later and the best I could do was acknowldge the passageof time. I am weird like that often. Lol

So time passed and I made peace with myself. I laughed it off and crossed my fingers that i would not miss the next one or the one after, and here we are. I will define myself better than a missed deadline, because it's never that serious...and...writing consistently is no easy fete. So, we toast to the future. Raise a glass with me ;-)