I'm leaving for New Orleans in the morning, so today was all about checking things off my list and getting ready to go. The first item on the agenda was getting a long-overdue oil change and service check - I hadn't taken my car in since October, and while I haven't driven all that much (it's hard to drive the car when you aren't in the same state as the car), it was probably time. So I dropped my car off at the dealer, which is conveniently located four blocks from my apartment.
Then, I went to Peets and wrote for an hour - but most of the 'writing' was planning how I can write this book by November, since that's my secret goal (albeit not the goal I've thus far told readers about). The idea of a November release was daunting...but then I mapped it out, and realized that this week is the equivalent of early March for the last book (in that I'm sixteen weeks out from release). It's still daunting. But I realized that in early March I had very little done - more done than I currently have on this book, but I was still not in a great place emotionally, and I was just starting to get back into my writing groove. So....I'm not saying that trying to write this book in the next sixteen weeks is the best idea ever. But I would much rather get it out in November than have to wait until January, since I don't want to release it in between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
So, we'll see about all of that. If I hold to that plan, I need to get cranking on Lucy's story...but I need to get cranking anyway.
But cranking didn't happen today. When I was done with my coffee and my musings, I came home and spent the morning taking care of admin/email-type stuff. I also started packing, which wasn't hard since I'll only be gone for 3.5 days (but I think I took ten outfits, as one does). Then, I got my nails done, since my vanity knows no bounds. And then I grabbed another iced coffee, picked up my car at the dealer, came home, and spent the evening alternating between work, planning, cleaning, and total procrastination.
And now, I need to sleep - my flight is all too early tomorrow, and I want to get some work done while I'm in the air so that I can enjoy my time in NOLA without feeling guilty (and also, I need to write down any ideas I have for Lucy before my alcohol consumption on Bourbon Street destroys whatever brain cells those ideas are stored in). Goodnight!
Then, I went to Peets and wrote for an hour - but most of the 'writing' was planning how I can write this book by November, since that's my secret goal (albeit not the goal I've thus far told readers about). The idea of a November release was daunting...but then I mapped it out, and realized that this week is the equivalent of early March for the last book (in that I'm sixteen weeks out from release). It's still daunting. But I realized that in early March I had very little done - more done than I currently have on this book, but I was still not in a great place emotionally, and I was just starting to get back into my writing groove. So....I'm not saying that trying to write this book in the next sixteen weeks is the best idea ever. But I would much rather get it out in November than have to wait until January, since I don't want to release it in between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
So, we'll see about all of that. If I hold to that plan, I need to get cranking on Lucy's story...but I need to get cranking anyway.
But cranking didn't happen today. When I was done with my coffee and my musings, I came home and spent the morning taking care of admin/email-type stuff. I also started packing, which wasn't hard since I'll only be gone for 3.5 days (but I think I took ten outfits, as one does). Then, I got my nails done, since my vanity knows no bounds. And then I grabbed another iced coffee, picked up my car at the dealer, came home, and spent the evening alternating between work, planning, cleaning, and total procrastination.
And now, I need to sleep - my flight is all too early tomorrow, and I want to get some work done while I'm in the air so that I can enjoy my time in NOLA without feeling guilty (and also, I need to write down any ideas I have for Lucy before my alcohol consumption on Bourbon Street destroys whatever brain cells those ideas are stored in). Goodnight!
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