Not to be mysterious or cryptic or anything, but I don't particularly want to get into the reasons why this year has been so rough, so, just know that it has been, I guess. I'm only mentioning it now because it's kind of the driving force behind me writing this post at all.
So instead of talking about things about which I don't want to talk, I'm talking about goals—More specifically, I'm talking about how I have had to let go of a lot of the goals (like, all of them, except for one.) I set for myself back in January, including my biggest, most important (to me) goal of all—releasing my second book.
Which I really should have seen coming. As I've said before (and will say again, I'm sure), it's not an M.J. release unless I screw it up the first time around.
So, fine. Whatever. We accept the things we cannot change and move on to Plan B.
Which is, to say, salvaging as much of the year as I can in the time I have left. (As it relates to my novel, I mean. That healthy eating goal is toast.)
I have spent much of this year editing and revising my intended release. I can't get it to the point where I'm happy with it. (Or, as happy as I ever get with my own writing.) My critique partners have had good responses to the chapters they've read, and my three beta readers gave it very high marks, but I'm not seeing it. Not yet.
As such, I've been working my way through another round of revisions. I'm way behind the pace I had intended to set, but again, it's an M.J. release, so of course I am, but I'm trying very hard to get caught up.
Well, it's too late to get caught up. How about this: I'm trying very hard to just be finished with these never-ending revisions (at least until such time as the proofreader gets his or her hands on it and tells me everything I've missed) by the end of November.
On paper, it's totally doable. I think. I have fourteen chapters left to revise, and seventeen days in which to do them. Each chapter is in various stages of completion. Some only need a few lines tweaked. Some require more rewriting. One scene contains what I am pretty damn sure is the most terrible sentence in the entire history of sentences. I also want to add one brand new scene, maybe two.
And I want to do it all by November 30th.
Hmmm. Maybe it's not doable.
But I won't know until I try.
So in the hope of giving Plan B the attention it requires, I am reinstating my "When It Is Acceptable To Interrupt The Writer At Work" guidelines that I generally pull out when I am participating in NaNoWriMo.
Here's the current list:
WHEN IT IS ACCEPTABLE TO INTERRUPT THE WRITER AT WORK
1. The mobility-challenged German shepherd has fallen, and you cannot get him back up on your own.
2. The house is on fire. (May also be extended to include the imminent arrival of a hurricane (Cat Three or higher) and/or tornado. Because we live in Florida, where both these things are possible. And possibly probable.)
3. Joss Whedon is at the door. (May also be extended to include Benedict Cumberbatch. If it's anyone else on my list of favorite celebrities, however, politely ask them to come inside and wait for a break.)
4. There is an actual, legitimate emergency not mentioned above. (Please see addendum below)
Addendum A: the following things do not constitute an emergency:
1. Any YouTube video you think is funny. I guarantee you that I will not find it funny.
2. Any other YouTube video. Seriously, just don't.
3. Any tweet by that guy in Australia you follow who's always posting the pictures of giant spiders, snakes, or crazy angry kangaroos. (Actually, let's just make that an always thing.)
4. Any tweet, really.
5. You want to know what's for dinner. You have two hands and phone. You can order pizza yourself.
And on that note, I'm going back to work. Hope everyone has a great Monday, and a fantastic week. See you next time.