I’d set myself one deadline that, while perhaps a bit optimistic and ambitious, still shouldn’t have been much overshot, but then a puppy shows up.
Oh, to be sure, Einie is adorable, but he’s a major delay.
The puppy reaches the point where sleep is possible then sickness happens.
Screw it. From now on my announced deadlines are going to consist of “I’m uploading the information to Smashwords, so it should show up in various places in a few minutes to days”
If I manage to miss that deadline then at least I can blame it on computers — the bloody daemonic pieces of electric nuisance that they are.