Nasty throat infection this week. Been out of commission, have not felt like moving or writing.
Although, editing I have been. Like mad. I’m learning not to be hard on myself. What good does it really do to beat me up for a deadline that I set for myself? Doesn’t do any good whatsoever. I set deadlines for a reason and I have every intention of sticking to them, but sometimes there is a greater reason to miss the deadline. Sometimes the quality of the piece relies on it, and that’s what I’m finding with this novel.
Never have I had to be more patient with myself, more loving and more understanding than I have with this novel. And ultimately, I can only stay proud for all that I’ve accomplished on my own. The masterclass for writing that I went to last weekend confirmed that for me. It confirmed that I taught myself a heck of a lot about writing, editing and getting published.
I’ve been on this journey for about a year now. Last week I nearly quit, but then I realized, that’s what they want. This is the moment when most people bail out. This is the test that anyone who works hard on something must pass, and I was not going to let a cold or frustration get the better of me. I want this novel to be the best I can make it.
I’m glad I did. I am so proud of how far my novel has come, and I can honestly say that its so close to being ready. Funny that. Six months ago, I think I said the same thing.
Between the editing and getting better, I also find myself browsing the internet for health insurance, craig’s list for a car, at&t for the iPhone and other minor details moving entails. I have “practiced packed” – that is something I never thought MAL would write. Me? Practice pack? But we are only allowed two suitcases per person and it looks like I must whittle it down from four. <sigh>.
How refreshing to start again with the bare essentials though…having finished a novel and lived in England for a year and a half with my love.
What things are you proud of in life?