This summer I was super busy. My kid refused to leave me alone. I traveled most of the month of July. I read a lot. I worked out a TON... like at least one hour a day. I don't want to brag but my butt looks amazing.
We did a lot of home redecorating, my daughter is now in a big girl bed.
It's been really productive.
But through all this busy time, I forgot something.... Something important.
Then I read a tweet from someone and it said, "a real writer writes, everyday no matter what."
Then it hit me what I forgot to do.
I forgot to write.
It's the end of the summer and I'm only 130 pages into my new manuscript. I didn't revise my old book and my book I'm querying still needs work.
To an average person 130 pages into a book sounds incredible.
But to a writer... well, we all know that it's a massive fail.
The muddled middle is impossible to write, it's when it the easiest to quit.
And there's the other projects looming over my head.
It's not like I have a publisher demanding these books.
But now I've missed a fictional deadline imposed by no one for a project no one cares about.
And I feel like one massive failure.
Yes, I know you'll all try to give pep talk me about how my real life is important too and how it's all about balance.
I'm aware of this.
But alas blogging keeps me honest and I haven't been doing that either.
Really I'm worried that my priorities are changing.
What if I keep making excuses for not writing and I quit writing before I achieve my goals?
That's my big fear.