A Writer's Work Is Never Done

I’ve been on a roll recently when it comes to playwriting. In less than three months, I’ve written and submitted three short plays to festivals around Seattle, some of which will have staged readings or performances in the next little while. More on that later (maybe tomorrow).

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about writing in the last couple months, it's the value of deadlines. For example, I promised myself I would finish this post by tonight, and so here it is, finished. I had to submit my script by March 1, so when March 1 rolls around, no matter how much I might still want to work on it, it's finished. It may not be what I planned it to be, but there it is. 

And really, would another day have made it that much better? Or another week? Another month? In most cases, probably not. More likely, in all that extra time I'd just get more and more frustrated that it's not perfect until I finally give up and never finish it at all.

So just do it. That’s my thought for the day. Good night.