I never have understood that quote. I've never missed a deadline in my life. Not as a student, not at work, not as an author. I completed edits for Chasing Sunset early so having kid number 2 didn't interfere with turning in the work on time. I've always thought the due date was the due date--end of story.
"Except your own."
I'm currently hiding from the Divas, hoping they'll forget what I said.
Hubby suggests I prioritize my own deadlines as highly as I do those set by others, but sometimes there aren't enough hours in the day or ions of energy (atoms? molecules?) to meet them all. Something's got to slip and let's face it, women tend to make sure it's their own stuff that suffers rather than anyone else's. God forbid another person should be inconvenienced by our inability to do every bloody thing in the world in the shortest possible time frame.
So a change of priorities is, perhaps, in order. Set my own deadlines first and let everyone else's crap fall in around it. I honestly don't see how that would work, but I'm going to try and wrap my head around it and see how I go.
Now, back to the two little screaming deadlines who are hungry for dinner. How, exactly, does one tell them to wait their turn? Hmm?