So I've been writing my tail off in perhaps the busiest time of my life. Ever. Baseball season has sprung, so I'm back to coaching late after school, we're supposed to close on our first house at the end of this week, and baby number two (boy - yet to be named) is due at the beginning of April. To make more sense of this, you should know a little bit about my writing process.
I try to write every day, but with all of the above and then some, it doesn't always happen. I write at least a few times a week. What I've noticed about my writing self is that when it rains, it pours. And right now it's pouring like a monsoon in Calcutta. The story I'm working on started out gradually and now it's coming in big doses. It's not that I've been waiting for my muse to sing, because as a writer you can't afford to do that. It's been coming easier and without many obstacles. Maybe I'm finding my voice in this piece. Maybe it's the first person POV. Maybe it's the characters. I don't know.
All this on the brink of two rejections this morning within 19 minutes of each other. One at 8:09 AM and the other at 8:29 AM. Thirty minutes later I broke a glass dish in our entryway. Great day.
There's only one thing to do.
Running: Back to back 3 mile days.
Reading: Many books at once.
Writing: Read the above post.