(Aka, Thought Dump)
Last year I set a couple goals for myself, and I didn’t reach them. I didn’t finish my novel, I didn’t seek out sources to publish small works (essays to magazines, etc.), and I didn’t build a platform or try to increase readership anywhere (because how could I possibly increase readers if I wasn’t writing anything?).
Life just took priority (helllloooo, baby #6, due later this year), as it does, as it should, and the writing took a back burner that wasn’t even on.
Then, out of the blue, an opportunity presented itself to contribute a short piece in a collection of works. Suddenly, I’m going to be published. It’s a small step and a small contribution, but it’s a book. And my name will be in it!
Some time after that morning sickness lifted, and with the increase in energy came a desire to return to the novel. So I buckled down, wrote the ten or so pages that was left, seamed it together, and last month I realized–I can’t do anymore with it.
Which brings me to the leap, because the next step (which I’ve been positively dreading, and that may be why it took me so long to write ten pages) is actually showing it to someone else. So far I have given it to four people to read. I’m looking forward to their feedback and insights on what needs to be worked on.
While I’m waiting, though, I ask myself, “Now what?” I have other writing projects in queue, but for this month I’ve taken up sewing baby blankets.
We shall see what November brings.