Deadline

In an effort to avoid my writing (not that I have to make much of an effort these days), I just finished rereading Misery.  Afterall, I had taken it off the shelf to take the picture for my last post. 

Page 111 —

“There was no ten-second deadline, of course—he’d had no contract for the book, had written it on spec, and hence there was no delivery date to think about.  Yet there was always a deadline, a time after which you had to leave the circle, and most writers knew it.  If a book remained roadblocked long enough, it began to decay, to fall apart; all the little tricks and illusions started to show.”

 Man, that Stephen King sure knows what he’s talking about.