This week’s #WickedWednesday prompt is Milestones. The redoubtable Rebel asks, “What milestones have you reached or are you working towards? Are they sexy milestones? Why are they important to you? Why have you chosen these specific milestones?”
Usually I write flash fiction for the #WW prompts. I have a sexy wicked one germinating for Good Teacher 4, but Cassie, Sean and Mike wanted to go in a different direction. See, that’s why I coined the Twitter hashtag #FuckingStubbornCharacters. As writers we’re supposed to be the god of our authorial universe, but apparently I’ve given a bit too much free will to my characters.
And that’s why I decided to write a regular blog post about milestones.
The site analytics for Crush Blush note certain metrics which WordPress has apparently found to be important. “You’ve earned 5 Likes!” (I’m up to 22 now, FYI.) “You’ve made 10 posts!” (I’m now up to 19.) I’m sure WordPress can point to data that show these metrics are important in retaining active users. For WordPress, these represent milestones.
They’re not examples of my milestones. Let’s clarify what I mean by the term:
A milestone is a point in time when a key chunk of work is completed or a goal is achieved.
I’m a deadline-driven person. I work on a lot of projects in my “real world” professional life. I’m used to breaking things down into chunks, then sub-chunks, then micro-chunks, then what-I-gotta-get-done-in-the-next-hour-and-don’t-anyone-fucking-interrupt-chunks.
I’m known as the git ‘er done gal.
Okay, I just made that up. My real nickname is known only to others, and probably includes a word that rhymes with stitch.
You know, a stitch in time saves lives. Or maybe it saves twine?
Well, whatever the expression is, I’m all about the schedule.
Especially when I’m writing erotica. I do my best work with a deadline. #WickedWednesday, #KOTW, #FriFlash, #BOAW16, calls for submission…as the due dates loom, I become tremendously productive. In fact, I will become so productive with any near-term deadline that I’ll put off working on anything with a later deadline.
Ah, the voluptuous satisfaction of checking something off my to-do list.
Unfortunately, this behavior leads to constant fire fighting. Re-acting rather than pro-acting. Or whatever term you use to describe planned procrastination, aka the student syndrome.
And that, my friends, is why I haven’t finished the third novel in my Soulmates series. Southern Comfort (Soulmates Book 3) was supposed to be published before Valentine’s Day. Three months later and it’s languishing unfinished, right in the middle of a super-hot sex scene in which Aiden is tied up on the weight bench in the basement gym, after a nude and bouncing ride on the exercise bike…
But I digress.
The root of the issue: no one is pushing me to finish it. I have only a self-imposed sense of urgency. Plus a vague guilt hovering over me like a smelly cloud because I haven’t finished it, and a side helping of oppressive resentment about feeling guilty. Why should I feel guilty? Not as though my cadre of loyal fans are hounding me for news of the revised, re-revised, re-re-revised, re-oh-who-the-hell-knows pub date.
Hm. This post went off the track and into the wilderness instead of answering the prompt. I did find it cathartic. So there’s that.
Anyone else have the same problem with milestones and deadlines? Have to have a sense of urgency to bestir yourself? Need to feel like someone actually cares if you’re working on it, in order to generate a shred of give-a-fuck?
Posted in response to prompt #205 for Wicked Wednesday, curated by the luminescent loveliness of Marie Rebelle. Click the rainbow circle for more wicked sexiness.