So, it’s been a month. I know it was December and the holidays,
but that is just an excuse. I found all kinds of things to sidetrack me from my
writing progress. First off, in decorating for the holidays, I found some old
writing hidden away. Some of it was actually pretty good and worth working on
so…I stopped working on the novel. I was having trouble battling that critic. Last
I posted the novel was: “I’ll keep you posted. Word count: 20,141.” Now, the
word count it 20,632. Yep, still hitting the wall on that one.
But the things I found were so amazing. I can actually turn
a phrase now and again. Then my critic says-no you suck. Okay, what did I find
all tucked away in a binder. I found several books in progress: A Life Planner
Journal, Personal Essays on Being an Imperfect Mother, a picture book: Bubbles Everywhere
and my articles on birthing. What a gold mine-right! Shut up critic. It’s not
your turn.
I started December by working on my found book: Life Planner
Journal. I know and it was pretty complete. I finished retyping it into word.
Now it just needs an edit, the sample documents, and some images uploaded. As I
type this, I feel that inner critic. Who are you to help people with a planner?
Why should anyone listen to you? You don’t have it all organized. You don’t
stick to your plan. You missed New Year’s deadline you set yourself so you
FAILED. I know, but isn’t that the point. It’s all a process. I didn’t fail. I
worked and let the critic slow me down. So I switched gears. I’ll come back to
this one soon.
Right now, New Year’s Day, I’m working on putting that huge
document on Imperfect Mothering into the computer where I can figure out what
goes where and where to begin the edit. It’s a jumble of topics. It is in desperate
need of an edit, but all in good time. The first thing is to get an electronic
copy. (I know I have a hard copy. These documents are from 2000 or so. Only the
universe knows what computer they were originally typed or where a backup might
be or on what media-disc anyone?) So away I type. Some of it is good. Most of
it is crap, but an edit and more personal story will fix that right up. Oh and
see me procrastinate. I’m writing to you, dear reader. The printed copy sits to
my left starting at me with the date 6/17/2002 as the print out date. I think
there are a few separate books in it. I just have to decide on categories. Or maybe
I have to sort for chapters. I don’t know yet and that is okay. I don’t have to
know right now. I’m rediscovering the life I had with wee boys.
The picture book is a story. I actually sent it out once
upon a time to agents and publishers. Yes, I was brave- once upon a time. The
thing that I found amazing was that one publisher actually sent it back. They paid
for that. There was a personal note-not a form letter. Why did I stop? Oh right,
that inner critic. Well, I can start back up where I left off. I have all the
photos. I have the story. I can make a new book and send it out or just publish
it myself on kindle. So there.
I think I’ll stop procrastinating and get back to it.
Happy New Year! May it be a productive and happy one. 2015
will be a great year.
