I've been having a strange and embarrassing situation going on for the last few weeks. I know... it happens to everybody once in a while... shake it off...
But dammit, this is the first time this is ever happened to me, I swear.
I'm about a month and a half past deadline on my latest Whatculture article.
Note - this is, in and of itself, not the unusual part. I have what can be generously described as a 'freespirited' attitude toward deadlines there. I like to think of it as a tribute to Douglas Adams.
No, what's unusual is the reason for the delay.
Let me start at the beginning. On November 24th of last year I picked up a commission from WC entitled '10 reasons why An Adventure in Space and Time was the best drama of the year'. I was excited about it, because it clearly was. I mean, David Bradley alone... But I digress.
I've been totally blocked.
It's not that I don't have anything to say about it. I have lots to say about it. Way too much to say about it. So much, in fact, that I'm afraid I'll leave something out, and then I start worrying about how to structure it so that I get to everything, and then yes I would love a glass of wine to calm my nerves and then suddenly it's January.
I've even - and this is unprecedented - reviewed the material while taking notes. Which is really noteworthy, because as most of you know I am an amazingly lazy writer when it comes right down to it.
And so I am reduced to this. I'm airing this dirty laundry here, dear reader, because I suspect that it will shame me into finally finishing the piece. I've scheduled myself from 3:00 pm CST until 7 pm CST tomorrow to finally buckle down and get the thing done. I only hope that the editorial staff are in a forgiving mood upon its submission. Feel free to mock me on Friday if I haven't gotten it submitted. You might even consider throwing rocks.
I'll keep you posted.