I have 7,500 words left to go. As of last night, I determined that I had, including today, four days to finish.
Which would be a day late. I have 2 days and 9 hours to finish. Got it.
Today Boss came in and announced that no extra duties, social calls, or, in fact, lunch breaks would be had on Thursday, as it is a Bid Day. Generally, I am a frazzled mess at the end of Bid Day.
Which means that I have, essentially, 40 hours to get this done. I can probably manage a thousand words or so of mop-up Thursday night.
I figure I write as much as I can tonight, then break, then do it again. Tomorrow, I take a long lunch. My target is finishing tomorrow night. That gives me 24 hours to have an unforseen emergency.
Like the gastro-intestinal incident that just happened.
*sets teeth and leans forward*
As the poet hath said: chugga chugga chugga…
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry