Its that time of year! 40 degrees in the morning, 80 in the afternoon. Where you have to play a guessing game as to how to dress. It becomes an extreme sport here in Texas. Do you need the heater on or the air con? Sweater or tank top?
Also, we can't stay healthy for more than three consecutive days. I still haven't gotten rid of my bronchitis cough and this morning I awoke to swollen glands and a headache. Yay. This interferes with my writing because who wants to get up at 5am when you feel like crap?
I'm up, though. This week, I've written/edited 4,000 words. Yeah. Its Thursday. I'm on a roll. At this rate, I should be ready to query by summer. That's so exciting. This is the next step of my writing journey. I've never made it this far with any project and I've very proud of myself for reaching even these meager goals.
I've wanted to do this since I was a kid. I've given up on writing a dozen times, but I always come back to it. I have to write. It's stamped on my DNA. I know I have what it takes, as arrogant as that sounds. I've seen some of the crap that gets published and I know I can do this.
Like all writers, though, I procrastinate. I always put it off, I make excuses. Its only been this year that I've decided to challenge myself. And 4 months into the year, I've done more than I did in ALL of last year. I'm working on wellness, on health. I'm working on stress relief. I'm making time for my passion. All of those things used to make me feel guilty. Not anymore.
Yeah, I'm getting up at 5am to write. I'm pushing myself. I'm losing that precious hour of sleep. And yet, I'm sleeping better. I feel accomplished.
So, I'm going to use the 30 minutes I have left to edit chapter. Then, I'm going to get my kids up and head off to work.
A day in the life.