Wow, nothing stops the inertia of writing like a day job.
I was really plugging along with my second paranormal romance novel Reap & Redeem when out of nowhere…September hit me. I actually had high hopes of getting some serious word counts in while I spent four days in Rolla for a university blood drive, but by the time I got back to the hotel room each night, I was wiped out. The good news is we made our blood collection goals…lives will be saved. The bad news is…Alivia is in serious trouble, and Kylen needs to save her. I totally left them hanging.
If you read blogs and articles on writing, nearly everyone will agree that you should write every day. And if you do–write every day–you can officially consider yourself a writer. Seems logical. The problem is real life has a way of creeping in and body slamming you.
The reason I need to write every day is a matter of inertia. If I lose traction, I have to go back and reread to get back into the flow of things. I don’t have to reread the entire thing, but keeping the story in my head is vital to continuing the story. Otherwise, it’s like reinventing the wheel everytime I go back to it.
It’s been seven days since my last fix.
I’m getting the jitters.
I have a deadline in mind but it’s completely self-imposed. That deadline is April 30. Since I plan to attend the RT Booklovers Convention in KC in May, I want book two, at least a first draft, completed and ready to hawk.
The good news is I’m a little over halfway through at 44,442 words, and I have a plot and plan to finish it. What I don’t have this month is time or ambition. I have an exceptionally busy work month that has me up and across the countryside in the wee morning hours. By the time I get home, I don’t feel much like staying up until midnight writing.
So for the next couple of weeks, I’m giving myself a break. I have a few books (insert maniacal laughing here because I have a TON of books) that have risen to the surface to coast along the surf enticingly towards my nightstand.
I can’t even tell you how long it’s been, without consulting Good Reads, that I read a book this year. Maybe since I’m not trying, I’ll find some more time to write. It seems like stolen time is my best bet anyway.