You guys remember how I wrote a book in a month? Yeah, that was awesome.
I haven't written a word since.
Some of my excuses are good. I got to meet up with some of my fellow writers on Saturday and talk shop.
|Aren't we adorable?|
I updated the blog (hello, Beautiful!). Check out the projects tab for more info on what I'm working on, including links to queries and first pages.
Some of my excuses are valid. My kids have not been napping well and I came down with a vicious head cold over the weekend. I slept for a grand total of three hours last night. Three. I'm a zombie with less than seven.
Some of my excuses are lame. I don't know what to work on next. Revisions? Something new? I feel rudderless and that has led to paralysis.
But all these thing are excuses. I wrote a WHOLE BOOK under the same circumstances and I did it by not making excuses. Ever. I wrote every day, no matter what.
I'm okay with taking breaks. They're healthy and much needed. What I'm not okay with is making excuses and avoiding something because it's intimidating or overwhelming or uncomfortable. I suck at making decisions but at some point I have to just go.
It won't be today. Today I'm going to sleep when the kids nap. But tomorrow? So long as my head isn't floating away and my sinuses aren't about to explode and I have everything just right...
Actually, those are more excuses. I have to write today.