Alex J. Cavanaugh's head, and quite frankly, is brilliant.
We are all busy. I get that. March is the craziest month of my life for many reasons which include three birthdays in sixteen days, I'm in charge of Prom at the high school again this year, there are string and piano festivals my kids are in, science fair projects, plays, dance competitions, and a whole slew of things that pull me a myriad of directions.
Because of the preparatory work for these events, my revising is going slower than I want, and while I tell myself that everything has a time and a purpose (cue The Byrds), it hasn't lessened my frustration. I really really really wanted to be querying this month, but still have 2/3's of a manuscript to revise and am searching for a few beta readers too (seriously, if you are interested in reading Women's Fiction with magic realism, please let me know. More than happy to return the favor as of April 1st).
But there are a few things to celebrate. One, I have worked on my revision every single day. Never mind that sometimes it is only a paragraph before I can't keep my eyes open anymore, I'm still there, with it, daily. I'm spending time with my kids. They will turn 8, 10 and 12 before this month is out, and time with them will only speed up from here. I don't want them to remember me as the mom who was always at the laptop, something I remind myself when I'm looking at said laptop longingly while helping middle child grow mold on bread. And I'm right on track for my reading schedule (45 books in 2013).
It's very, very, very easy to get frustrated, especially when I have friends who crank out revisions and new words faster than I consume Diet Coke. But I have to remind myself that this time last year, I was barely writing anything, and then it was maybe a day a week. I have a finished MS. And I got myself removed from being in charge of prom next year (YAY!!!!!).
But for today, I'm just hoping for progress. I have to remind myself that every little paragraph or sentence or word that I improve is moving me forward, and I hold out just a little hope that there was some element of truth to The Tortoise and The Hare.
How do you work in time for your writing when life is fighting you? Are you a slower writer like me? How have you seen your own commitment improve over time?