I woke up this morning, the day before Thanksgiving, and immediately checked my e-mail. I’m working with a few people overseas right now on my website and my communication with them often happens at odd hours of the day–either late at night or early in the morning. It reminds me very much of when I was actually writing the book, as those magic hours amounted to my “author work day”.
Normally, I wouldn’t notice such a thing as it is almost common place now, but, this is also the morning before Thanksgiving. In years past, I would have made a cup of coffee to go, deposited myself in my mother’s kitchen and been up to my elbows in potato peels by now. I would have stopped along the way for a newspaper, removed all the Black Friday ads and started scouring them for the best deals. I would have been setting the table and boiling pumpkin and running to the store to join the droves of the other just-like-me last-minute and frazzled shoppers hoping all they need hasn’t been picked over yet.
This year is decidedly different. I have to work. I no longer have the luxury of free time. Just because I’m not going to my day job doesn’t mean my other job isn’t clamoring and chiming for my undivided attention. I anticipate bring my laptop along to Thanksgiving tomorrow and either blogging, answering e-mails, working with my team across the globe or simply staring at the open Storyist page while going glassy-eyed without the benefit of a globed glass of red wine (if I drink while I write, it looks a lot like a mess 🙂 ).
It’s a writers life…and this is a writers holiday.
When I compressed my book into a neat little word document and mailed it off to the editor, I blissfully believed this would be an easy month, a nearly free month. I figured that I could lose myself in my second book and that when the holidays crept around, I would be able to kick back and really just decompress. Uh…no. Not at all. Silly me, I should have know, holidays are for people with normal lives, people who aren’t running towards publication and people who have the good sense to realize publishing around the Holidays is an almost certain disaster.
I’m busier now than ever, November has officially knocked me on my ass–I can’t wait for December (can you see the sarcasm dripping from the page?). As the book comes to completion, I’m scrambling. I have to write a dedication, table of contents, blurb–and that’s simply for print. For my site, I have to do all of that and then some. Not to mention to aligning the next steps for THE MILESTONE TAPES and making sure those people are in the know. Somewhere in there, there is a second book that would like to be written and of course, this blog begs to be updated (thank you Jesus for giving me the foresight to do a blog party!).
It’s finally clear, my time is no longer my own. Writing the book was a cake walk compared to this. Writing was my time, if it didn’t get that done perfectly each day–oh hells bells–eventually I would. Not now, now my time belongs to several other people and projects and plans, each one needs to be given 100% of my effort and focus–I’m no math savant but that seems highly unviable. If I don’t get-right-on-that I slow them up. That’s not fair–especially to the people who I have commissioned who would like that final cheque.
So, I work. And that means–yes–over the holiday.
This is a brave new world…a writers one 🙂