Several months ago, my husband signed up to go to a conference this weekend. Three and a half days away from home. I'd have gone along, except he was going with a friend so I stayed home.
I then figured my writing buddies and I could have a mini-retreat here at my place. The five of us with nothing to do all weekend but eat, write, eat, have fun, write, watch TV and enjoy ourselves. All four were gung ho and we made plans. Then life stepped in. The economy forced looking for jobs or school activities for those with children. The upshot was, it all fell apart and we had to cancel the retreat weekend.
So all that was left was that I make the best of it by myself. Three and a half days to do nothing but write. Wow. All that time. I could get so much done.
Except that I ended up spending most of yesterday on promos for my new quickie coming out with Ellora's Cave next week. And today was taken up by appointments and family issues that had to be taken care of. And tomorrow, I just found out on Wednesday, will be taken up with more family stuff (as in my brother throwing a birthday party for my mother - if I don't go, the guilt trip will last into my next three lifetimes). Which leaves tonight and Sunday.
So I've been working. And making headway. But it is interesting how a weekend that was going to be totally devoted to working is half over and I've barely gotten anything done. Good thing there's no deadline on this manuscript! Though, if there were, it wouldn't be a problem. I've never missed a deadline in my life and, hopefully, never will. That would go against everything I am and believe in.
But, as I've seen this weekend, the best laid plans often change with little or no notice.
It pays to be flexible.
1 comment:
I always think I'll get lots of writing done while I'm home alone, but I always end up diving into some cleaning or baking projects I've put off for too long. It never quit works out the way I intended. Good luck and many sales to you on your new release.
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