I was pretty excited in January to kick off the new year full of writing projects and goals. I’m still pretty darned excited. I realize though, if I’m going to succeed in meeting these goals I have to narrow my focus and have a real plan.
Life throws curve balls, and sometimes I feel like I’m constantly being hit by them. Right now I’d say I’m pretty bruised up. I’ve nothing to complain about, not at all, I’ll just say I have a lot to deal with. Life is just seeing how much I can handle right now. Somewhere in my imagination I see a twisted, evil little storyteller, holding his nub of a pencil, scratching away in a tattered notebook, blood shot eyes gleaming while he hoots and chortles with glee murmuring, “Let’s see what she’ll do if I throw THIS at her!” MUWHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA. I believe he’s drooling just a little.
That pretty much sums things up.
Priorities. I’ve had to make some choices, and my writing usually takes the brunt of those choices with less time to dedicate to it. But it’s all okay. I still have my goals for this year, and things are happening in the writing realm. Good things. I’m just a wee bit behind for the moment.
When life gets in the way it forces me to take a good look at my writing routine and how I try to do too much at one time. There are only so many hours in the day. There is only so much of that time left after my host of other obligations. Shuffle. Prioritize. Re-shuffle. Begin again.
As much as I love my current project, I’m putting it on hold. The first draft can wait, and honestly it may even be better for it. I KNOW what I want it to be. I have the puzzle pieces. Some time may actually help clarify how I want to put them together.
I have the first draft of another novel sitting on my desk. It’s collecting dust because it just didn’t turn out the way I wanted. Not exactly. Even for a first draft it lacked…ooomph. But I need to get back to work on it. It had distinct possibilities and was something I was working on for a specific market. One that the door to will not stay open forever. I need to get my foot in that door before it closes.
While reading a news article today I was blinded by the idea for the last short story I will need for the compilation my daughter and I are working on. My first impulse was to grab some paper or reach for the computer and begin this story. Instead, I jotted some notes and tucked them away. That story is going to have to wait its turn.
So now I have my writing priorities. First is to get working on a second draft, and then as many as is necessary to get a certain novel done and ready to submit it to where it needs to be. Then I will write the short story. Then I will re-write and edit the book of short stories. After that I will finish the first draft of the novel I’ve been working on.
And with that, I’m off…