Not gonna lie — I’ve been struggling with my work/life balance in that the scales are decidedly tipped toward child-rearing and less so toward writing. I know I’ve mentioned this many times, and I apologize for the repetition, but I have three kids. My youngest just turned two years old. She’s too young for preschool but too old to sleep all day. And she still sleeps in my bed, making for weak REM sleep. She’s also active, as most toddlers are, and is no longer content with hanging out in the house while Mommy writes. She wants to be outside with her big brothers and since she can’t do that alone, I must go with. Fair enough. Except, I’ve become resentful.
That’s right. I’m resentful of my kids zapping, not just my writing time, but my ability to focus. I used to be able to squeeze in adequate writing in during a nap. But naps lately are not consistent. And God forbid she falls asleep in the car on an errand — that ill-timed snooze means she won’t be sleepy later.
But I’m getting away from the point, which is I’ve been melancholy about my author role lately. In order to finish something, I’ve been drafting like a mad woman, racking up a 1,000 to 2,000 words a session in order to slap something on the friggin’ page. It’s garbage and nothing I would show anyone. I know I can always fix it in revisions. That’s just how I work. But I miss the joy of drafting and discovering the story.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been reading and re-reading a beloved series. And then I got inspired. I had an idea to write a mystery set in an all-boys boarding school. This inspiration bloomed into excitement and a sudden desire to get back to work. Except, my mind is humming with this new idea and not focusing on the current work-in-progress, a sequel to my recent release. That sequel is half-drafted and due to my editor in July. It really has to take priority. But *whine* I really want to work on this new book idea. Me and shiny objects. Anyway, I’ve decided to strike while I’m hyper focused (a rarity) and work on the story until my self-esteem, and my mood, improves. Then I’ll get back to working on my other book in time to submit it to my editor. In theory. Summer is around the corner and my boys will be out of school soon.
Or I can just cut myself, and my kids, some slack. I don’t know who I’m in a race against.