Stare Into Space

Down to the wire

Posted on | April 29, 2008 | 3 Comments

ScriptFrenzy update:  92 pages.

That means I have to finish eight pages before midnight tomorrow.

As usual in my life, I’m taking it down to the wire and pulling out all the stops.  I’m mixing metaphors with abandon here to indicate the crucial timing issues at stake.

I  would say that I do my best work when cramming it in right up to a deadline, but as that’s all I ever do, I’ve nothing with which to compare it.

Eight pages.  I’m gonna do it or die trying.  Well, I’m gonna do it or get really dejected with my failure and blame my wife for not supporting me sufficiently.  I’m sure I can make it her fault if needs be.

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3 Responses to “Down to the wire”

  1. Jimbo Big Toe
    May 1st, 2008 @ 2:49

    It sounds like your are grabbing the bull by the horns and going to knock it out of the ballpark. Way to step up to the plate. I’m sure you will dodge the bullet. I’m out of metaphors for the moment. Good luck!

  2. rockmother
    May 4th, 2008 @ 17:12

    Go for it Jimster! Hope you are not too frazzled with it.

  3. Trousers
    May 6th, 2008 @ 7:18

    JBT: Thank you.

    RM: Thank you. I was frazzled. I made it though.

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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