Thursday, November 10, 2005

Reality Check--This isn't going to be easy.

Wasn't it a great plan? I'd start a blog to help myself make a commitment to finish my novel in 6 months. The blog would hold me accountable, and so I'd write every day!


It's going to take more than that.

I didn't write yesterday. First of all, there wasn't a rest time. Kara had a hair appointment at 3:30, we didn't get back until almost 5. And for a variety of reasons that I don't want to go into right now, rest time doesn't really work past 4:15. So, I wasn't able to write at rest time as I so bravely planned (and posted here).

To appease my guilty conscience, I told myself I'd write after the kids were in bed. But instead, I found myself on the internet looking at hair style sites so that I can find a new cut that will work with my "heart" shaped face. (As a side note, there are also web sites that help you determine your face shape and the cuts that work well with them. And "heart" shaped face sounds much better than what it really describes--a wide forehead and a pointy chin!)

Then I spent way too much time reading Miss Snark's blog. She's supposedly a literary agent who anonymously shares the realities of the publishing world with author hopefuls like myself. There's some good information there, but agent tips aren't what I need to focus on right now. I've got to finish the damn book first! And reading her blog, while certainly entertaining, probably wasn't the best use of my limited time.

Finally around 11, I decided that I wouldn't be writing that evening after all. I berated myself for wasting what could have been a productive evening, then half-heartedly promised to get up early this morning and write. I also reminded myself that today Kyle would be in preschool and I'd have a two kid-free hours when I could get lots written. So feeling marginally better, I headed back to the kids' rooms to check on them before going to bed. And found Kyle sound asleep, both he and his bed covered in puke.

I won't go into detail about the state of Kyle and his bed, but let me just say it was one of those messes where I had no idea where to start. Yuck! And the poor little guy was still really sick, dry heaving in his sleep and looking thoroughly miserable. But I'm the mom, so there was no option but to breathe through my mouth and take care of it. (Scott was out of town. Although to be brutally honest, this kind of situation is one that would fall to me even if he were home.)

It was after one when I finally got to sleep. So much for getting up early to write. Preschool won't be happening today either. According to the school handbook, they don't want children to attend when they've puked their brains out the night before. Go figure.

I REALLY want to write today, but I'm not making any promises this time. Real life, and my own procrastinative (Is that a word? It should be.) tendencies have a way of derailing the best laid plan. I do need to figure out some kind of system for getting regular writing time. Because...

I'm going to finish this book. In six months. I am! I am!


Buckeye Sculptor said...

You'll get your book done. My daughter wanted to be a writer when she was 12, I told her to write every day ( diarys and journals count as writing) and when she was 30 a year ago, she sold her first real book. it takes time, it takes faith, it takes dedication. never ever loose faith. you can do this. and you will, i can tell you sincerely will do it.

Renée said...


And congratulations to your daughter. That's wonderful. Has her book come out yet?

I checked out your web site. You do some amazing work, yourself. I was really impressed.