So, let’s start by saying that I’ve not written a post for a week or so. This is unlike me, and not the way in which I mean to carry on, but life has been happening to me. Although, come to think of it, that’s not really an excuse because life happens to most people, in fact even non-people like amoeba so, why am I so special?
I don’t know really and, in hindsight, it probably is quite a lame excuse but it’s the best I’ve got. It’s been the summer holidays and the kids are around, we’ve had friends visiting for extensive periods, we’ve had family crises and hospital appointments, all in all it’s just all been going on.
I’ve done very little writing over the summer and I’m now starting to really miss it. I really wanted to get Plaster Scene, my second novel, out before the summer came because I knew what was coming. I didn’t, and the summer still came, so I now feel as though I’m behind, but I suppose all great deadlines need an element of this.
My aim is to just get this book out as soon as possible so that I can crack on with the first draft of my third novel, which is called Blind Faith. I want to finish that draft by the end of the year. So, I’ve got four months to get these two things completed.
One of the hardest parts about being an author, especially a self-published author, is the level of self-discipline needed. While you have momentum and routine you can keep on going but, as soon as there’s a break, it’s then difficult to fit it in until the routine returns.
You’re your own boss, the master of your own destiny, the only obstacle between success and failure, the only person to blame for lack of effort. I find this quite motivating usually but occasionally it can demoralise me as well. Over the last two years I’ve learnt a lot about what works best and I’ve now come to a clear rule about school holidays.
I’m not sure how it all happened but I’m definitely reminded in the school holidays of the two children I actually have. During term-time I’m safe within the sanctuary of my, now familiar, routine but that all goes tits-up in the holidays. It’s impossible to get any sort of flow going because I’m constantly interrupted. All it does is leave me with a niggling sense of frustration because of the previous point of only having myself to blame.
My routine is becoming more and more sacred and I can’t wait until next week when the schools start to look after my kids again. Whereas in the past, when I’ve been a bit more flexible with my routine if something else comes up, I’m now going to attach more importance to it in the future.
You live and learn people. The only way I’m going to find out what works best for me is by, incidentally, finding most things that don’t.
Until next time…