Being an author is great…..especially the writing part.
But we all know there is a LOT more to it than writing.
I’m in the middle of what feels like a four car pile-up.
A collision that stops me in their tracks….and of course I’m stopped right when I need to be going full speed.
|Mary 'The Wrecker' Connealy|
I’m about 16k into a 20k novella. That’s four more days work, c’mon, man. Get with it, Mary. Four days, you can put everything else off for four days.
I’ve just finished and sent in a finished novel, book one of the series AFTER the one that’s releasing now. I’d hoped to have part of book #2 done before I sent in book #1 because there’s a lot that can be wound into book #1 once you know book #2 a little better.
AND I just got revision notes back on book #2 of the Cimarron Legacy. Long Time Gone releases in February.
|Speaking of Novellas|
Getting that finished novel out the door was like my collision is finally starting to clear up (sorry for anyone caught in a traffic jam). The wrecker has hauled off the first car…which of course I look at and let’s just pretend there are NO dents. It just needs to be checked over by a mechanic (aka editor) and that’s not MY job. (Except they will make it my job when the revision notes come back!
This novella…do I dare to ignore the revisions for four more days? Hmmm. Maybe I can … no, you know what, it’s time to turn and face the revisions. No, stick with the novella…get it done, then set a finished book back to percolate is best.
No, really I should do the revisions. I’d better go recheck the date that’s due. I know the date, but panic makes be doubt my memory. (ps doubting my memory is usually just as well)
As I slowly approach the pile-up with my wrecker I know clearing up the crash (AKA…ME) tows the wrong car away first I’ll probably end up rupturing a gas tank and catching the whole thing on fire.is touchy. If the wrecker
And the fourth car…in the back of my addled mind is the drumbeat telling me to get started on with book #2 of this series. So that’s muddling up everything because that seems to be the story most prominently in my head.
|The book needing revisions|
A four car pile-up.
Or maybe better to think of me juggling four firecrackers while walking on a tight rope.
No let’s have this be about cowboys. I’m in the bull pen with four nervous bulls and my whole being is a bright red cape. And I can NOT get out.
Does your writing collide with itself? Does it collide with your day job? Does it collide with your responsibilities as a wife/mother/student?
Tell me how you handle it when your life turns into a four car pile-up.
I'm giving away a copy of the ebook Room at the Inn for Christmas!
That most rare of all fiction......a Mary Connealy Contemporary. Also find Ruthy's novella in this series 'Silent Night, Star Lit Night' and a third 'Do You Hear What I Hear' by Margaret Brownley.
Welcome to Heywood, Oregon where three lost women find healing, hope and love under the bright light of the town's old Star Inn this Christmas season.
Amanda Star’s father always wanted her to come into the family business, and run the majestic old Star Inn with him but she had bigger plans. She’s a high-powered executive in the multi-national Halston hotel chain. One more promotion—which she expects to get by Christmas—will make her the youngest vice president in Halston history and she’s got her sights set on the CEO job.
Then she inherits the Star Inn. With no time to be away from her job, she impatiently rushes home to list the beautiful old bed and breakfast for sale. Now that she’s here she’s swamped with sweet memories and keen regret. Her father has made the inn a safe haven where weary travelers can get away from their hectic lives, and Amanda, working 10-hour days and living on coffee and antacids, desperately needs that safe haven.
As Amanda struggles against the lure of home, she also is reunited with an old classmate: Anthony Carter, a handyman with a guarded heart. Hurt before by a woman who saw his contentment and pleasure in building and living on his own land as a lack of ambition, Cart reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who wants so much more than a man with callused hands and sawdust in his hair. A woman who came home for Christmas and badly needs to stay. With the help of Angel Rafferty, the front desk clerk and a lifelong friend of Amanda’s parents, can Cart help Amanda realize the hospitality industry is far more than spreadsheets and bottom lines in time for Christmas?