Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
D.O.N.E.
It's been a long while since I felt this relaxed. It's been a while since I haven't felt rushed, pressured, compelled to sit in front of the computer screen (besides at the day job). The last year has been a non-stop write-fest to get two books written. Books that I loved from start to finish (and still love)...now that they’re done.
Yes, THE BOOK IS DONE!
I gave myself one deadline and couldn’t quite meet it. Then I gave myself another deadline and wouldn’t let myself not meet it. It meant cutting back on my exercise program, cutting back on my social life (what social life?), cutting back on my internet time, and lots of other things, but I made sure I got the book done.
It felt good. Two weeks later (after the editing), I can honestly say it still felt really good. I spent lots of time with my family. I made homemade soup (French Onion and Butternut Squash). I’ve done laundry and cleaned the house. I volunteered to be the “raffle table mommy” for kiddo’s back-to-school Parent/Teacher BBQ, and I’ve hit the treadmill again (thank God!).
...And it looks like that’s all the time I get. I’m twitchy. Jittery. A little tense and anxious.
I thought I would be able to hold back for at least a month, maybe even right up until after Thanksgiving (we’re planning a family getaway). But it looks like I won’t last that long.
You see, there’s this idea that I have. I know I won’t be writing right away (good for my marriage). It needs time to grow, to be fleshed out, to see if there’s enough substance to fuel the imagination for 90,000 words...but I think there is. And I want to write this. I need to write this.
I am a writer. It’s awesome.
(Please remind me of this three months from now when I’m mired in writer’s block because this awesome idea is causing me to tear out my hair )
Yes, THE BOOK IS DONE!
I gave myself one deadline and couldn’t quite meet it. Then I gave myself another deadline and wouldn’t let myself not meet it. It meant cutting back on my exercise program, cutting back on my social life (what social life?), cutting back on my internet time, and lots of other things, but I made sure I got the book done.
It felt good. Two weeks later (after the editing), I can honestly say it still felt really good. I spent lots of time with my family. I made homemade soup (French Onion and Butternut Squash). I’ve done laundry and cleaned the house. I volunteered to be the “raffle table mommy” for kiddo’s back-to-school Parent/Teacher BBQ, and I’ve hit the treadmill again (thank God!).
...And it looks like that’s all the time I get. I’m twitchy. Jittery. A little tense and anxious.
I thought I would be able to hold back for at least a month, maybe even right up until after Thanksgiving (we’re planning a family getaway). But it looks like I won’t last that long.
You see, there’s this idea that I have. I know I won’t be writing right away (good for my marriage). It needs time to grow, to be fleshed out, to see if there’s enough substance to fuel the imagination for 90,000 words...but I think there is. And I want to write this. I need to write this.
I am a writer. It’s awesome.
(Please remind me of this three months from now when I’m mired in writer’s block because this awesome idea is causing me to tear out my hair )
