Hard to believe but it is September already and the First Wednesday of the Month strikes again. Time to bare our hearts and souls – well, a little bit anyway, as part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.
There never seems to be enough time to write.
Writing novels seems to be very addictive to me, possibly even more so than Minecraft, Final Fantasy AND Netflix binge-watching. As I last typed The End somewhere around – oh – 4 in the morning, I was already thinking of the novel after that one. Yeah, I’ve got problems.
This past month has been…interesting. I got a short story accepted for publication in an anthology (yay) and (re-)self-published a novel. Every time I think about that last part, I get all nervous and twitchy.
The print copies got here and I put them in the basement and refused to look at them until forced to. Speaking of “forced to” I hand-delivered an autographed copy to my former boss, and saw several of my former co-workers. (Reminder: I’ve got a job waiting for me if/when I get past this whole crazy full-time writing thing.) Meanwhile, I kept wanting to apologize and tell my former (possibly future) boss I’m sorry for this terrible book – thanks for agreeing to buy one. Not because I really believe it’s terrible, but just in case, to cover my bases.
What is a girl to do?
Where does the time go? Well, as writers at least we’re making the most with the time we’ve got – and trying to manfully (womanfully?) do what we love. How do we make time for it all? And where does the time go? Are you thinking what I am right now?
Is it really September already? What happened to summer?