The writing life.
I have books contracted. Yay! Books that need to be written. Eep!
I’m in the middle of drafting a book. At times, it feels like I’m in the middle of the desert. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really excited about getting to tell these stories. It’s just…some stories are just easier to write than others. I don’t mind telling you, the last couple have been doozies for me, and that takes a toll both physically and emotionally. I want to write these books. They are in my head. I just need to find a way to make prying them out a little less painful.
Back in December, I started doing a 100 words in 100 days challenge as a way of trying to maintain momentum, but find a balance in my writing life. I’m proud to say I’ve stuck with it. There were a lot of days when I barely made it over the 100 mark, but that was okay. I made it. There more days when I exceeded that goal by a few by a grand or more. Tomorrow will be day #100. Sunday, I get to rest. Monday, I start again with a minimum of 500 words per day.
Yeah, that’s me. Little Miss Goal Oriented.
But it’s whatever works, right? I need to get the words on the page. These characters are itching to tell their tale. The problem with being one of those tracker types is that sometimes, I get so wrapped up in being a writer that I forget I’m a person too.
Because I work a full-time day job, it’s sometimes necessary for me to dedicate the majority of my evenings and weekends to writing. It can be consuming. And exhilarating. And exhausting.
The biggest lesson Im learning in my writing life is that I have to be at my best to do my stories justice, and I can’t any good if I don’t step away from it now and then. It’s true. Taking a nap or baking cookies makes me better. It’s okay if I want to mainline The Good Wife, or spend a little time daydreaming in a bubble bath. All of these things help me recharge.
This past weekend, I ran away to the races with my beloved. Yeah, I lost a few bucks on the horses with swishy tails and sassy names, but I also got to wear daffodils in my hair and kiss my honey when we finished in the money.
I only wrote 138 words that night, but they were 138 more than I had the day before.
And, the next day, after I woke from my nap, I crushed it.
This is my writer’s life, and I’m trying to make a more conscious effort to actually live it.