by Bethany Maines
Juan Island Mystery series. I have a title, a nice first chapter, and half an
outline. Which is at least half a draft
short of where I wanted to be at this time.
And in other news, there’s a pandemic and my child just started back to
school, but for some reason school doesn’t start until 9:45. Why this is I have yet to determine, but it
delays the start of my work day by a significant chunk of time. I would love to say that those two events are
causally related, but they’re really more corollaries. They are linked and
related through the reality in which we wade, but, as much as I would like to,
I can’t actually say that my school districts scattershot, indecipherable
response to the pandemic is actually to blame for not sticking to my schedule. I may be able to blame the pandemic itself,
which has sent me head long into escapist fun writing and sees me closing in on
finishing a trilogy of paranormal romances, but I think, in the interests of
truthfulness, that’s as far as I can pass the blame.
|Me trying to escape the pandemic through writing.|
But back to me. Am I behind? My deadlines are relatively self-imposed. I can flex them. Is it sooooo bad to be running late? Maybe if I type for two days straight I can catch up? If I can learn anything from the school debacle, it’s that no, probably sprinting to catch up is not the way. Writing consistently is probably a better way to get quality work. But having already not done that, it’s probably best to go the public school route and tell myself that I’m not behind and that everything will work out in the end.