Sadly I will be missing the deadline for completing my novel. Sniffle, tear.
It’s all for the best though. While I have been vigorously working on perfecting my craft over the last, well, over the course of my entire life, I also returned back to work. I don’t believe returning back to work will stop me from writing, or delay me from achieving my own goals, I think it will push me along.
I know I will be up late into the night, pouring out the juicy details from my over active imagination. I may even be up in the wee hours of the night reading a little Hemingway to keep my brain from drying up and cracking into smithereens. I know there will be some days I won’t find the energy to get it out, and there will be evenings that I will choose cuddling my two little mini men to enjoy soggy face kisses and pleas for more stories.
I know that I will seek out tiny moments when I can, in between all the typical chaos of life, to write. To write anything is a gift, is an opportunity, and fortunately I have been given both.
So while I have gone back to work (where I am writing a lot of the time), my novel is seeking an extension. I will gladly put another red circle on my calendar, and continue along.