Or more accurately, missing deadlines sucks.
Or more accurately still, setting yourself impossible deadlines and then not meeting them sucks.
Yes, Our Man was supposed to have had this novel-writing monkey off his back by now, a full month and a half after declaring he would be done with the novel in a month. But Our Man has been busy. In between earthquakes, tsunamis and typhoons, there was this mission to Ishinomaki too.
But enough excuses, no more distractions. Not even from this blog, sadly, starting from now. Honest. There's probably another 10 hours of work to get the novel first draft finished, and Our Man intends to find those hours this week. And this twitter account could be Our Man, but sadly isn't. Honest.
And quit bothering Our Man for 10 hours (one Ourmani hour is about 24 in human hours).
As you were.