It’s crunch time for me. I’ve written 42% of my novel that is due November 1st. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it? August has more than a week left, so I have over two months to write 60K words, right? Easy peasy.
Oh, wait. I’m leaving on October 25th for a vacation. I just lost a week.
I have a conference in New York in September. Subtract another week.
A booksigning in Seattle. Subtract a weekend.
In-laws are coming to stay with us. Subtract a week. Clean entire house: three days.
Edit? Do I want to edit this book before sending it in? Heck, yes. Two weeks, maybe three gone.
I’m expecting developmental and copy edits on a novella somewhere in the next month. Thank goodness it’s short.
Jeez. Hope I don’t get sick. Last winter I got shingles six weeks before my book was due. I lost two weeks. Fingers crossed for good health.
I just scratched a master bath remodel plan. He wanted six weeks of workers in and out of my house. It was simply too much to think about right now.
Anyone remember my suggestion that I write 1000 words a day every day? With 65 days off a year, that would give me three books a year. Yes, that didn’t happen at all. Will I ever learn to take my own advice?
I hope so.
You know what I’m doing this weekend. What’s everyone else doing?