Dear readers, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Some of you are still reading this blog every day, despite the fact that I have not written a word on here in about two months. That is very kind of you.
However, please notice the qualifier I just used to describe my writing: on here.
The simple fact is that I have been writing. I have finally bitten the bullet and committed myself to writing a novel. As of today I’ve written 18 pages of a young adult fantasy novel.
This is something I’ve been thinking about, talking about, trying to start for years. Truthfully I have started and stopped several other novel attempts before. None ever seemed good enough to get beyond the first chapter, or at least, they never seemed good enough to me. Maybe someday I’ll be able to go back to them and start anew.
For now though, I’m committed to writing this one novel.
It is consuming nearly all of my writing creativity and almost every free moment. While 18 pages may not seem like much for about six weeks worth of writing, it turns out creative writing is incredibly difficult! Who’d have thought it?
My goal is to finish by Little C’s 2nd birthday in April. So that gives me about 3.5 months to finish roughly 110 pages. That comes out to roughly 30 pages a month or 7-8 pages a week. Yikes! I may be setting myself up for failure, but if I don’t have a deadline I won’t feel the push to complete it.
Now before everyone freaks out (or actually before I do) the good news is the husband will be home for 4-6 weeks of compensation time sometime in the next three months. Yes, you read that correctly. My husband will actually be here, at home, non-stop, for weeks.
And while that will be wonderful for him to have all that free time, it will also be wonderful for me to have a couple of hours each day to do whatever the heck I want to do, like write.
And if you all are very nice to me I might share a chapter or two with you. Maybe.
The Modern Mrs. 