Come check out Seven Quick Takes Friday with Jennifer over at Conversion Diary.
In case you’ve been reading here and haven’t noticed lately, I’ve been a bit down on myself. That is in no small part due to my lack of progress on the sequel to Don’t You Forget About Me. I even made a list of all the assets to time I had when I wrote my first book (without kids) and then my second book (with two in school and one non-verbal who took two naps a day). Then I wrote a list of all the assets I DON’T HAVE this time around (homeschooling 3, 0 naps, demanding preschooler). It was kind of grim. It was kind of hopeless.
And then my clumsy fingers accidentally fed those lists to my computer.
So I’m taking that as a sign that God wants me not to list my problems but to list the gifts I do have that will help me write the next book, as long as I start looking for gifts instead of focusing on the hardships.
I have a well-established morning wake time. I wake up about an hour and a half before the troops come down for breakfast. This was a hard-fought-and-won habit. That battle to tackle the day before the day tackles me is already won. I think I just need to change tactics and use that time for something else.
First Shift is now old enough to keep Second Shift busy
and answer her INCESSANT questions. I just need to schedule in time for them to do this. I need to figure out how much time isn’t too much. An incentive of money if they keep their time with her relatively conflict-free may be in order. Which brings me to…
My husband just got a promotion that makes us a little more financially comfortable, so that an extra bit of hush-money to the kids won’t push our budget past the point of no return. Even without the promotion and the wiggle room that provides, my husband is awesome. We have our rocky moments, but in the end, we rock. It’s all about the end, anyway. Thank you to him. And thank God for him. I won’t say any more because praise makes him squirm.
I have people who know what it’s like to be in these no-time shoes. Go check out the 10-Minute Writer. There’s nothing I could say that she couldn’t say better. I just got welcomed into the 10-Minute Writer Facebook group as well as a couple of FB groups for Catholic bloggers, Catholic women bloggers, and so on. I have support for when I get stuck. All I have to do is get my own ball rolling a little bit here.
I have people who like my work and want me to succeed. I don’t want to drop too many names, but I have to give out the most major of props to Cristina at Filling My Prayer Closet. She is being an absolute darling and putting together a Street Team for my writing schtuff. I feel like, because I’m drowning in life, I can’t support her as much as she supports me, and that makes me feel unbalanced. I’m trying to let that go and just be grateful. Believe me, I am grateful. It’s the “just be” that trips me up.
I’VE ALREADY WRITTEN TWO BOOKS! The me from ten years ago is looking at the me now and going, “SRSLY? Dude, you’re what I want to be when I grow up. You are LIVING THE DREAM, DUDE!”
Even putting that aside, I have the experience that comes with, you know, having written two books. That’s gotta help out somehow. I’ve done it before. What’s to stop me from doing it one more time?
So now I just have to pull it together, take my own stinking advice, suck it up and get writing. Butt in seat. Fingers on keys.
I expect to take a few weeks off from blogging so I can get a little more caught up. I’m sure you understand. Have a great time.