Panic isn't the right word. Neither is freaking out. But I do feel a bit of stress.
I am trying to finish my current manuscript before the RWA Conference next month. And (eep!) not all of it is written yet.
I'm a slow writer. Some of my friends can sit down and type 5000+ words a day. Not me. Even if I didn't have kids, carpooling, some extended family issues, and those pesky meals to prepare, I am not sure I could accomplish that. A few times, I've broken the 3000 word per day barrier, but those were banner occasions.
My plan was to be finished with the first draft before June. Then I could spend June polishing and I'd be relaxed going into Conference.
May was already a busy month. Kids' concerts, plays, honor roll banquets, academic assemblies, etc etc. But then my mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer and passed away very quickly. In our house, May was a lost month. A month of losses. Loss of a loved one, loss of our grip on the outside world, loss of sleep, loss of joy. We rejoice that my m-i-l is with the Lord, and we rejoice that we do not grieve like those who have no hope.
But still we grieve.
Meanwhile, I've got RWA coming up. So right now, I'm doing a few things all at once. Plowing through a rough draft. Getting chapters critiqued. Polishing. Thinking about business cards and one-sheets and what to wear at conference and all that stuff.
I've learned a few things about myself. I'm a terrible writer. My editing is better.
Also, writing is a job. I have to sit in this chair and, for lack of a better term, git er done. Nobody can do it but me. If I want this, I need to commit to it. Even if I'd rather be outside with a book.
So that's where I am these days. Here in the chair, with occasional stretches and something cooking in the crock pot.
Any prayers for creativity, drive, and patience are appreciated!
Congratulations to Karen, who won a copy of Jennifer AlLee's The Mother Road! Karen, I've sent your info to Jen. Enjoy the book!