So far… Progress?

My dream to publish seems further and further away with each day I put off editing my WIP. But every day I don't spend working on the book only pushes the day off even more.

What to do?

School comes first. School always comes first. Then my health (okay, so maybe this one should have come first). And last but far from least is work and social obligations.

What good will I be as a writer if I can't even stick a few years to something as impersonal as school work? Writing is an incredibly personal task. And I know I have many years ahead. So even if I am not working on my writing, I am working on my perseverance. And that is kinda the same thing.

My health, which, as I noted earlier, should have come first, bounces along with me in this uncertain life. But if I haven't my health then I can't write. I NEVER WANT TO BE IN A PLACE WHERE I AM UNABLE TO WRITE. Especially because of some dumb reason like I couldn't take care of myself now. Take that shower Rachael. Clear your mind (and maybe your room) of clutter. The book will be there tomorrow. Your sanity might not be.

Work. Yuck. Why does this one word in the English language have to be so spot on? I need money for, well, everything in life. Including food that I somehow turn into words that I somehow turn into a book. So I must work. And I must be well enough to work (see paragraph above).

Social obligations have been on the back burner for a long time now, I hardly get to spend time with my best friend or any friends for that matter. Many of them left me for colleges in different states, and next year I know I will have to take this leap, but man, I wish we could stay in touch better. I miss them lots. Maybe this should go into my mental health paragraph.

Speaking of health, it is past midnight here.

Happy writing everyone.

TTFN

NaNoWriMo

Ah, the wonderful month of November is upon us. So hard to believe that it was just one year ago today that my WIP, Halfblessed Halfbood, was just hatching out. I had completed the first chapter by now, day three. The first big reveal had happened and I honestly had no idea where it would go from there.

Okay, that is a lie. I knew what I wanted the ending to be. Basically. I am not a "panster" as some call those who don't plot out their ideas before writing. But I am not an over planer either. I find that once I get my characters well rounded in my head, they sort of take over from there. I don't like to tie them down with silly things like plot. If they want to randomly become a halfbood, I say go for it. For some odd reason, they seem to know much better than I do where this story is going. And for that I am eternally grateful.

But this year there is no NaNoWriMo for me. I promised myself I wouldn't start another book until I finished this one. I have homework coming out my ears anyway. No time this sweet November. Maybe next year.

A friend from work is writing for the first time this year so I promised to read her daily entries so that she would have motivation to keep writing. I do hope she makes it. I want her to experience the thrill as I have. The joy of realizing that there is so much more to life when you have written a book.

To all of those writing this year, best of luck!

–TTFN