I started writing in earnest around Sept. 1. I want this book done by Jan. 1. I'm beginning to think that's a bit optimistic, solely because the holidays are coming, and I'll have to actually get dressed. I'll have to do some laundry and hang a wreath or two. Maybe roast a turkey. If people didn't have to eat, or have clean underwear, I'd be a much faster writer.
To have more writing time, I'm watching less TV, which I'm sure is a good thing, but I do wonder who got knocked off Dancing with the Stars last week. And I didn't know the government was up and running (amok) again until I got home from my beach week. I do still catch Elementary and Blue Bloods, because Jonny Lee Miller and Tom Selleck are counting on me to stay tuned in. At least, that's what I tell myself.
I'm taking a marketing class and one question that was posed by the instructor was, what are you willing to sacrifice so you can write? How important is your writing? How tenacious are you about finishing/publishing your book? That's really three questions, but she's the boss, so she can ask what she wants. Here's what I've discovered I'm giving up:
Exercising every day.
Cooking well. I'm cooking, but I'm just slapping stuff together.
Reading other blogs.
Trimming my toe nails.
Staying on top of emails.
Reading anything other than THE BOOK.
Returning phone calls.
Getting 7 hours of sleep at night.
I wonder if John Grisham or Ree Drummond started out this way.
I keep at it because I feel called to attempt to publish THE BOOK. I don't know where that comes from, except God, so I'm stumbling along. He's never let me down before.
I won't be doing the NaNonFiWriMo exercise in November and probably not the A-Z Blogging Challenge in April, because I'm going to be writing/publishing/marketing. All these positive, determined statements are part of what I'm learning to declare in the marketing class. Only God knows what the future holds, but by setting these goals, I'm giving Him notice of my agenda. He can take it, or leave it. And I'm sure He will.
OK. Time to pee.
What obsession is running your life right now?