Good grief, writing a book is hard. I’m still on track, but I’m not going to tell you how many hours I’ve put into these first 10,000 words. Really, it’s embarrassing. I’m less than a week in, and life is already starting to feel frayed at the seams. The dishes are still getting done (thank you, Dan!), but this project has a gravitational pull big enough to leave formerly important areas of everyday life dusty and desolate. I’m not used to one thing taking so much priority. Plus, my brain is getting sore.
However, I’ve learned a few valuable things so far from this process:
- Just because life feels over doesn’t make it so.
- Pre-dawn morning is my best writing time. (Curses.)
- One should never eat olives while researching insects.
You’re welcome for that last one. Now I’m off to take a hard-earned coma…
I still didn’t hear back from my one lead… I will get back on track tonight!
I know exactly what you mean about feeling frayed at the seams. My dishes are NOT done. Cereal still in bowls on the counter. But, my tests are corrected and the homework. I just need to enter grades, correct my other class’s things and enter those grades, plan for next Saturday and for this week, and write a test. Then I should really get a head start on planning for my next chapter: Inferences. I also played a game of Battleship, cared for three dogs on and off, chatted with very chatty children, and shooed them away several times, got a little boy to hockey (on time!) and bought dog food (there was not one kibble left). Oh, and I worked this morning too. So seams: FRAYED. But in a good way. Gosh, I am so glad I am not trying to write a book on top of it. Although from the looks of this comment? You might think I am.