An artist without a deadline is like . . . . . . . . . . . . .....
I am good with deadlines. I have actually said those words. What does that even mean? It does not mean that I don't absolutely freak out, get mean, anxious, impatient, frustrated and generally riddled with nerves and self doubt, because I do. I need deadlines to make me insane is the more accurate thing to say. Maybe I should replace it altogether with, I'm not good at deadlines at all, I'm good with the outcome of deadlines. I'm good with good results, and the enormous feeling of relief and accomplishment. Deadlines, if you make them and keep them, will give you the confidence to keep making and keeping them. Deadlines keep you in check. They keep you, even if you are simultaneously a frazzled mess, focused.
Deadlines Are The Great Motivator. So, yeah, I'm good with deadlines.
An artist without a deadline is like ... a fish out of water? flailing about the cabin floor? C'mon
Of course there is one major problem.
The real problem with deadlines is that once they're over, then what. You're admittedly a little high on yourself, but you're exhausted from working your ass off, everything is a wreck around you because you've neglected absolutely everything, and you're literally slumped over the studio couch wondering, now what am I supposed to do.. Am I right?
Anyway, that's kind of where I'm at at the present moment.