I feel a bit like Lucy at the chocolate factory, stuffing my face and shirt with truffles to keep them from crashing to the floor. Like chocolate, the things I’m juggling right now are things I love, so I can’t complain too much. It’s a good problem to have. Still, I need to find a better balance or I won’t do anything well.
My writing class ends in March and I’m resisting the urge to sign up for another one. I know I’d learn a lot, but I’ve decided I need to set some actual, concrete goals for NML and I need time to write in order to meet them. Tentatively, I’m aiming to send out my first queries (a letter about the book and ten pages, usually) early this summer. Common writer wisdom says you aren’t really a writer until you’ve been rejected 100 times and many published writers claim that they can wallpaper their house with rejection letters so I figure I might as well start collecting rejection letters now. Hmmm… I wonder if I should wallpaper the office or the bathroom first?
With that said, time to get back to the grindstone. I have three chapters to edit today and I’m running out of kid-free time. Game face on!