Yes, I know, my deadlines are self-imposed, but that doesn't render them malleable.
I take my business seriously, you see. Sitting and staring out the window, pretending I suffer from writer's block doesn't cut it. There is no such thing as writer's block, anyway, just laziness in the face of work - a desire to avoid the miles of rough draft that require pounding out, or putting off revision that demands a deft touch.
And admitting to myself that I just want to go find the lovely Karen and share a glass of wine or a cup of coffee is not really acceptable behavior either.
So, write, Danny boy, write. Get to the end. Meet that deadline. You can rest when you're dead.
