The trouble with resolutions is that they are incredibly easy to break. It’s been just over a week and I already feel like I’m failing at the resolutions. Have I written daily? No. Have I cleaned for a few minutes daily? Yes. Have I read daily? Yes. Have I exercised for at least 30 minutes 3 times a week? Well, kinda. I’ve exercised for 15-20 minutes 5 times since New Years. That counts, right?! Have I editing any of The Lost Daughter? I’ve started.
Feelings of Failure
But even though I’ve (mostly) kept the other resolutions I made a week and a half ago, I feel like a failure. One, I’ve not written daily. I’ve thought about it. I would say that I’ve written in my daydreams and musings. Does that count? My sister-in-law gave me a new “daily prompt” writing book. I know I should be using it and since I haven’t, I feel like I’ve failed my resolutions. But now that I’m thinking about it, I’m wondering about the first prompt and itching to pull it out and begin. I even have some brand new fountain pens to use for it. I haven’t even had time to load them!
And I’ve started editing The Lost Daughter – I’m quite proud of myself for that. It’s been over half a year since my writing group critiqued the full length and I had to remind myself of their suggestions. Today (yes, I started it all again today), I re-wrote down their suggestions to help sear them into my brain so that when I begin editing, I know what I’m looking for as well as what I should focus on. But first, before I really get into editing, I need to read it again. So that’s on my list for this weekend – to read it and begin editing.
I made the goal by March 1 to have The Lost Daughter edited and back to beta readers. My goal (and prayer) is to either have it self-published by September, or start querying with it in September. I haven’t decided yet which route I am going to take. If you’re reading and you’ve published, did you go the traditional route or did you self-publish?
Can Lead to Depression
On another note, we’ve made the plan for Disney (the 5K we are running in February) and our little one turned 4 months old – the shots were not fun this time. He’s learning to self-soothe (some), is super long (tall?), and has figured out how to laugh. Additionally, he has started imitating his dad’s coughing (who has been sick for a few months and now Little Bit thinks it’s funny to cough like dad). I have felt a little more, dare I say it, depressed this past week, as the end of the “fourth trimester” came to nearer. The post-partum blues. I have not wanted to do anything else but cuddle with little man, and read. I read a lot! From last Tuesday until this past Wednesday, I read 2 different series – totaling 10 books. Maybe that’s why I’ve not written any...
Now it’s time to grab the stroller, bundle him up, and go for a quick fifteen minute walk before he naps again. And hopefully, I can continue beginning my edits on The Lost Daughter.
Write on, as much as you can.
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