The month of September is more than three quarters of the way done, and I've written over 30,000 words so far. This is the best writing month that I've ever had. I can't even imagine where I would be if I hadn't found these writing challenges.
I am trying to balance my books with my blog, but I find that somehow one helps the other now. I'm on a schedule now. It's so different from before, but it's incredibly cathartic. I'm calmer now, because I'm actually doing what I love to do. I'm making time for me, and not just focusing on a job that I don't see as my final career.
As a writer, I need the time and headspace to commit to my craft, and I'm slowly finding my way, and building that myself. That habit. It's incredible.
One day, I WILL get to full-time writer status. One day.
This year, I’m spending the holidays with my family in the Caribbean.
Thus far, we’ve gotten lost on the island maybe three times, we’ve gone grocery shopping twice, we’ve cooked three meals, we had some amazing seafood, and we’ve gotten settled into our rental house. We’ve got a good amount of space, everyone can go to their respective areas when we need to get away from others, and the weather has been pretty perfect: just a little humid, breezy, and mostly sunny.
We’ve got small gifts for each other, with most of the goodies designated for my teenage niece. At least 5 alpha personalities are present, with one trying to lead the charge in determining what our daily plans will be. I find that highly annoying. I am on vacation; I don’t want anyone telling me how to relax.
I just want to sleep, and tan, and write, and laugh, and drink, and unplug. I don’t want to answer to anyone, and I don’t want to have a schedule. My first rule of vacation: no obligations. I skirt obligations so often already, why not try to curb them during my vacation time?
That being said, my ice is melting. Where’s the rum gone?
I’m feverish and achy, and I barely moved at all today. I’ve gotten tons of sleep, and I have been drinking fluids, but I just want the dull aches across my back and flushed face/neck to cease. Now is not the time to get sick.
Since I stayed home today, I’ve been reading tons of reference blogs through Pinterest between naps. Blogs on writing novels, on monetizing blogs, on word counts, on motivation, and on burnout. Many thanks to shesnovel.com, thewritepractice.com, and nownovel.com for their insights. I feel encouraged, though I know that I’m going to have to push myself and be more disciplined with my craft.
I suppose this discipline isn’t far off from the discipline needed to lose weight. Starting a new practice, eating right, making time for exercise, and being patient with self. For writing, making time to write, making time to read, scheduling out the time to make writing a daily practice, and being patient with self. Not all days can go as planned, but without any plan, what will we successfully achieve?
Frankly, I could use more discipline in each of these areas, so I decided to create a schedule for the week that incorporates activity, writing, and a chance at a good night’s rest. I’ve started really utilizing my WP editorial calendar, and I’ve created two writing calendars through Google Calendar (one for book, one for blog). I’m going to see if I can impress upon myself some good habits.
Keep calm and keep writing, friends.
The acceptance of things I cannot change.
I’ve been working on this, but it’s not easy. I try my hardest not to over think or worry, but when you feel like your livelihood is at stake, what do you do?
I feel like everything is about to change, and I’m not sure what that means. I’m not sure how to plan for a future when I can’t even be sure where I’ll be, what I’ll be doing, or who will still be with me. I’m not afraid of change; rather, the uncertainty is what bothers me most. True to my Capricorn ways, I’d be happy to reorganize and plan for new changes, if only I knew which direction the wind would blow.
In any event, I can weather the storm, but I might wake up to somewhere other than Kansas. One step at a time.
So, by tomorrow evening, I guess we’re expecting to feel the outer effects of Mr. Hurricane Isaac. He’s not a hurricane just yet, but he will be by the time he reaches Louisiana. Great. Ironically, the mayor of New Orleans decided today that an evacuation was unnecessary, but he said he would revisit the thought tomorrow. Um… if this hurricane becomes a category 2, people don’t evacuate? What about all of this below sea level business??
I certainly don’t claim to be a hurricane expert, never having experienced one before, but I’m ready to evacuate NOW. That the storm is picking up strength and basically set its sights on this exactly city on the 7 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina is creepy enough. That it’s literally less than a week that I’ve been living in New Orleans and now I’ll be experiencing a full blown hurricane is another story altogether. What’s even more ironic — my plan to evacuate to Memphis? Well, that would have been all bad, because apparently, that’s where Isaac wants to end up also. Unbelievable.
While I appreciate the warm welcome, it would be so great if my first week at work could be a little LESS eventful.