I don't know about other people, but nothing stresses me out like having too much work on my plate and too little time to do it. At any given time, I have papers to grade, classes to prepare for, dissertations to read, documents to review for upcoming meetings, emails to respond to, letters of recommendation to write. The list goes on and on-and every single one of them has a deadline. And that's just my day job. When it comes to my writing life, I have more deadlines. Some of them are self-imposed, of course, but I'd never finish anything if I didn't have them. I'm an insomniac (writing these words at 3:07 a.m.) because I can't sleep knowing that a mountain of work is always looming over my head. Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people who is blissfully comfortable missing a deadline or arriving late to a movie or dropping their kids off at school past the morning bell.
But for me, life is full of ticking clocks.