Deadline is set for my novel's first draft completion: May 15, five months give or take from the start. We're going on a trip that begins that day, and I imagine spending each morning on the sun-drenched porch, making edits whilst the others frolic in the sand.
This strikes me as an unlikely reality for a number of reasons, but not the writing part. The deadline can be met. Now back to work, hacking my path to that porch in the sun.