This month has been just plain crazy. Along with breaks, vacations, camps, social and work-related commitments, there’s a cramped schedule on the writing side. I have gotten better over the last few years, handling authorpreneurial pressures quite efficiently. Was chugging along nicely. Until this week. Monday just about broke the proverbial camel’s back.
I knew what I was getting into starting this month, with four projects running in parallel.
-publishing Population Morpheus and the subsequent promotional tours
-getting the first episodes of my serial novel ready for my editor and finish by the end of June
-getting a short story (that turned into a novelette) written and edited and beta read and ready, by early July
-working on advertisement and newsletter for the website
-finishing edits for the third book of my Lightbound Saga novel, so I can ship it out to my editor
Okay, my mistake, there’s at least five projects in parallel.
On Monday, I finished the Short story (The Firefly League) and was running around sending it to my early readers list. They came back with comments at the same time I got my first edits back for my serial (Elementals). Spent a good part of my allocated writing hours on a cover for The Firefly League and the results were far from pleasing. The Facebook ads were yet to be tested. Didn’t even touch the novel yet. Work related submissions needed my attention. The garden hose broke and it was going to be a 90 degree week–need replacement. Soccer practice coming up and cleats have ripped. Need to get those reports turned in ASAP, there’s something off with the worksheets. Oh yes, the blog! Haven’t written a word for the blog in three days.
Crash Boom Bang! went the zen.
The next part where I sat like a mindless zombie in the ruins of my best laid plans is better kept untold.
Four days later.
Good news! I have almost worked on and completed everything on that list. Except for being here. For which the words simply did not want to come. Funny, because I’ve been spewing them out for the manuscripts.
Selective writer’s block. Or more likely, selective procrastination?
I’m back though. Finally. And feels good to be back.