I went back and looked at what I wrote on my day of writing, and you know what? It’s not all bad.
The thing I really have to let go of are these self-imposed deadlines. I’ve taken on the noble challenge of writing a novel. I did not sign up to write it in any specific amount of time.
And so I will continue to get up at 5 in the morning to write before the kids stir. I will carry on with my attempts to chip away at the little things that bug only me. I will never give up my goal to craft every damn sentence in my story.
Because that’s what writers do.
All of this is a fancy way of saying that I don’t think my book will be done by the end of the year as I had hoped. It’s close, but (new mantra) I will not call it done just because I’m tired of working on it.
In other news, you may have noticed that my blog has received a facelift. I decided to go with a desert theme, as my story is so deeply rooted in the Mojave, and the desert is simply where my creative juices are flowing lately. I like to think that in the years to come I will update it to match whatever project I’m working on. Maybe the next one will be a seascape. After four years in the desert, I could handle that.