Goals are important. They are how you turn dreams into reality, breaking down the ephemeral into manageable tasks.
But I set my goals a little too aggressively in March.
Sometimes, when you are so focused on achieving something, you can forget other obligations.
I released a book in early April. You can check it out here. It was the culmination of a lifetime goal.
I started writing my first novel when I was ten. I still remember the teal blue spiral notebook that housed that first book. I had planned to publish it before I was twelve, because I was awesome.
How I wish I had the confidence now I had then!
As excited as I was to release this book out into the wild (and nervous), it was a lot of work. On top of that, I was trying to write 1.5k words a day on a new WIP, work a demanding full time job, and be a parent and spouse.
Yeah, some things fell down.
I will never be Mom of the Year, but I could’ve been a lot a better.
I will never be a perfect wife. Ever.
I will never be tracked as a “superstar” where I work. I just won’t put in enough hours, which is interesting when I think of all of the hours I’ve poured into writing novels.
But, I do need to figure out a better way to fit writing into my life. I love telling stories, though the act of writing itself is work. Hard work.
But I have this tendency to throw myself fully into whatever I’m doing when what I need is balance.
So, I’m sorting through that at the moment.
I finished a story I think of as Logan and Rita. Catchy title, I know, but it’s a fresh first draft. It’ll get better. I promise.
Now, to put my editing cape back on. And by cape I mean my comfy jammies with the most amazing LL Bean slippers. I need to figure out a pace I can manage with my children, spouse and job.
Not sure what that is yet, but I’m not giving up on my Winter 2018 time frame for How to Love a Duchess.