I think I need more practice at meeting deadlines and less children to look after at the same time. This is how handing in my RNA NWS report went this year:
Argh! It’s August! What the frig happened to the rest of 2014?
Okay, don’t panic, you managed to send one chapter in last year when the twins were eight-weeks-old, this year will be a breeze.
Frantic read through and tidy up of the extra 30,000 words you’ve added. Not bad, not great, but will be good to get some feedback so prep to send a partial.
Ah. The printer isn’t set up at home. Smile sweetly at husband.
Printer is set up. Go, go, go!
Stop! This is so NOT what they mean by a partial!
PANIC! Why did you leave this til now to sort out? Switch to plan B = Print at local library. Sort everything out whilst they nap then head there after lunch.
Babies: Why would you choose to not nap today! (Teething I worked out later. Three new teeth cut between them!)
Drink/Snack/Calpol = now we’ll sleep, mummy!
Yeah! *Runs around house gathering sticky labels, envelopes, pens, the magic green form*
Whilst in panic mode you share with twitter your woes and that @SotonLibrary is your only hope. @SotonLibrary tweets back saying they are ready! (Yay, social media!)
Aim to get to library at 2 when it opens. Arrive half an hour later than hoped after lunch (not the relaxing kind, the kind where two cuties lob at least 50% of theirs on the floor) and delightful double nappy change.
The printer works! The staff entertain the babies. We might actually DO THIS!
Rush to post office and IT’S SENT WITH A DAY TO SPARE!
By jove, I don’t know how writers with real deadlines (not involving partials) manage. I suspect it may involve some of the Romaniac staples. Cake, chocolate, and alcohol. Am I right?