Ah, the whimsical world of self-imposed deadlines. They’re like those New Year’s resolutions we make every January, filled with good intentions and a sprinkle of delusion. You know the drill: “I’ll write a chapter a day,” or “I’ll have my novel ready by next month.” But as life inevitably belly-flops into our plans, we find ourselves drowning in a sea of missed deadlines and broken promises. Such is the saga of my latest novel, “Hey…