Man, today was another weird-feeling weekend! And I don’t exactly mean that in a BAD way…I just mean that it didn’t feel like a regular Sunday.
Maybe it was because I hardly watched sports. I watched another movie instead. Maybe it was just the way I was feeling, which was a bit melancholy in the morning, and then rejuvenated in the evening, especially after a nice walk with Liz and the pups. Or maybe it was that for the first half of the day, I should have taken allergy drugs, but I hadn’t.
I did. The day got much clearer. Better. I also took a lights-out nap. I was exhausted. Last week was exhausting. But, here I am in bed, with a clear plan in my head of what tomorrow is going to bring. I’m going to sleep on time. The pups are curled at my feet…and I am feeling rather ready to tackle my manuscript again tomorrow.
The plan for the coming week is simple: get in two full 8-hour work days before I take over the building on Wednesday and then it’s Thanksgiving on Thursday. I might try to sneak in another work day on Friday, the day after…but I doubt it. These kind of holidays generally take the wind out of me work-focus-wise…but maybe not this time. After all, I do feel very…different right now.
Seeing Josh on Tuesday. Hopefully playing tennis with Reed on Wednesday. Starting some new contract work on the following Monday.
That work is 100% absolutely verifiably yes going to slow down my current re-write pace. I’ll be doing full-time it looks like for at least a couple months, if not more–I’d like it to be more, to be honest–but here’s the thing: I’m not freaking out about it, and I’m not regretting it whatsoever.
I made the decision a few weeks ago that this is what I wanted. I want full-time work to support me and my writing for as long as I can get it. I want to work my ass off and save and why, you might be asking, do I think it’s going to be *different* this new time? How is working full time going to HELP me write and not hurt it, like it was almost two years ago when the same (not the same…better) offer was extended to me?
Well, all the work I’ve put in over the last two years.
I feel *SO* much more confident as a writer. I’m not sure I feel all that much faster as a writer…but I do feel like I’ve wrapped my head around the work, and the time, and the PROCESS that it takes to write a book. A good book. I feel like I can actually plan my time now, and execute work in that amount of time…and that for me is the key.
So, I honestly, truly feel like I can do more with much, muuuuuch less time. Thus, I’m not freaking out about it. It’s certainly stressful to contemplate, and a bummer given that I’ve only “discovered” the focus and willpower to work am actual full-time writing schedule 9am to 5pm…but also stressful is my current situation, which is working full-time, even paying for a co-working space, and not brining in any money. THAT is more stressful. Honestly. The upside on that is full-time money as a writer is closer…but godamnit, I’m going to get there regardless. I actually feel that now. For real. For whatever reason, the 20Books Vegas conference this year really solidified that for me.
That’s all for tonight. It’s time for bed.
Night!