Thanks to a cheap last minute ticket, I'm flying back to New England for the weekend. I'm excited to attend a wedding and to see my nieces again. (I have two other fantastic nieces, older, who weren't in last week's photo, and two more cool nephews.) This weekend I'm especially excited to resume reading one of my WIP's to my youngest nephew. Which means I have to bust out another chapter.
Deadlines work for me. (Um, writing deadlines work... the shooting schedule for the next Our Spirit film keeps sliding around.) But I'll have to scramble to finish another chapter by the weekend. My writing goal has been a chapter a week on a different WIP and I'm committed to making that deadline, so it's two chapters this week. I'm a little stressed. But it's good stress.
Is that possible? Good stress? I try to stay peaceful. But I like a writing challenge. Maybe I got used to this during a decade of producing a magazine for a big nonprofit where there was no choice but to write on demand. I think writing is the only place in my life where I don't mind stress. It's not stress. It's fun.
How about you – is there such a thing as good stress?
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