As one of my favorite poets, Robert Burns, so aptly put it,
"The best-laid plans o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley."
Bobby knew from plans.
I didn't have work, so I sent out an e-mail asking people to keep me in mind. I got a proofreading job. Standard. No big problems. Not a rush.
Then I got a copyediting job. Very short--slightly more than 100 pages. No big rush.
I always figure out the number of pages and the number of days I have to get them done. Then I pace myself.
Then someone asked me to take on another copyediting job. About 200 pages. Also not a rush.
I generally don't like to take on more than two projects at a time. But the first editing project was very short--and I have plenty of time. I said yes to the second editing project. It would add about 15 pages a day to my work schedule.
Then I get an e-mail from the editor of the first editing project. Ooops, says she. She wrongly estimated the page count. It ain't 100 pages; it's 200 pages.
So now I'm behind schedule because I was pacing myself based on the 100 pages.
And all of a sudden, I'm in a rush. I have to get an additional 100 pages done in the same amount of time.