Or horrible depressing nightmares that latch onto you and refuse to let go until they have wrung the very marrow from our bones.
Deadlines can encourage us to get off our asses, or in the cases of writers frequently onto our asses (though treaddesks are fabulous for a different option), and get the sh*t done.
Meanwhile they can encourage ulcers (though apparently that’s genetic, not just stress), forge new gray hairs and set the eyelids to twitching.
Either way, I guess you could say it”s not boring. I could use a little boring.
Writing location: couch
WIP: A Bottle of Djinn
Editing: 1.5 hours
Sent out into the world: short story (hopefully) for an anthology