Not sure why, but I tend to like (or adhere to?) timelines. It's a byproduct of my days in the corporate environment. Deadlines, you know. Now that I'm out of that sort of thing, working on my own and having my own schedule, my deadlines are nonexistent. At least, none to my publisher, though I do have another project that's due in January. And, of course, school starts in January and will stretch out till about the first of April. Those are what kills the week - deadlines to turning in homework, essays, critiques, etc. Not really to be a worry but I have to confess that the last month or two of not having classes have been nice. I was able to get a couple of things accomplished. And, in the process, became somewhat of a dingbat.
I don't confess dingbatism easily. But I have become a flustered soul, needing a rudder, someone to tell me "Look, this can't go on, things are awry, you must keep your schedule for people to know, you must never ever ever run over a rock and ruin the drivetrain of your vehicle and spend money you really must have to spend on more important things." In summary, that's what's my month's been like.
Yes, I know. The car is fixed now. I'm forever grateful. To God, to my Muse, and to the people who endured fixing my car knowing that the fetid smell in the boot of the car is from the remains of Thai fried rice in a box that stayed there during the time they repaired it. Much kudos to the mechanic and anyone who touched my car.
I am forever relieved that the smell is now a memory. And relieved that things will have their day to get put away and put to rights.
I hope you have a wonderful day.