One thing I don't have when it comes to my writing: a deadline.
It's mind-boggling, and a little shame inducing, to think I first started writing again almost six years ago. Granted, it's only been this year I have resolved myself to become published at some point before I'm six feet under—blowing in the wind really, since I've requested cremation.
My horror novel is idle at the moment, in it's third draft, and waiting for a thorough dissection from my uncle. Yes, yes, family isn't a great place to seek out feedback, but he's well-read and at his word to not "sugarcoat" his critique. He's nearly done now, which means I'll be getting it back soon. As soon as I have a clear idea of what needs to be tackled with the manuscript, I have to put my nose to the grindstone and treat the process like a job.
I'm not sure what kind of deadline I need to set for myself though, and I think I will need one once I start rolling again with my own editing and revising. I have a feeling the length needs to be trimmed considerably to get it in a more marketable word count—100,000 words is still the norm?
Whatever the case, I think it's important to have it ready by the start of summer, so I can start the arduous task of mailing query letters to agents and editors. If I can complete the fourth draft in quicker time without sacrificing quality, even better.