To Be Honest

I love deadlines. And I hate them. Deadlines gives me anxiety and makes me question my choice of career and even my existens. They make me “shorter of breath and one day closer to death” as in that old Pink Floyd song. The only good thing with deadlines is that they make me finish the job.

I’m writing a book. It has a title (To Be Honest) but no deadline. Therefore it will probably not be finished. I started writing it in 2017 and came about halfway in the spring of 2018 when I suddenly (and encouraged by a publisher of whom I think highly) decided to change the concept of the book.

If someone asks me I say that the book is almost finished and will be published later this year. And I hope it will. At least I’m working on it again. I just need a deadline.