Monday, November 30, 2015


This will be short, because I’m exhausted.

Here’s what I didn’t do this month:

·         Bake homemade pies for Thanksgiving
·         Cook homemade meals most night
·         Unclutter my office or post on social media
·         Complete the insurance paperwork on my desk
·         Make a Christmas list
·         Read enough to make me happy
·         Sleep enough to make me pleasant
·         Downtime
·         Exercise 
·         Go to sports events
·         Monitor my spending
·         Catch up with my friends and family over the holiday

Here’s what I did do this month: wrote 50,000+ words of a book, winning this lovely banner from the National Novel Writing Month folks (thank you!):

Said book is messy, an amalgam of two different stories. Another writer in my writer's group had hers turn into two different stories she needs to split. That happens to all stories, but the fact that we wrote them enough to know now rather than six months from now is a giant head start. 

I'm also not done. The book's going to be closer to 85,000 words, which I'm hoping to finish by Christmas. 

No, I'm sure I'll finish by Christmas. Because I'm all about finishing stuff these days. I got my 30 days of blogging done last month, and now my NaNo win, I'm on a roll. This is a much nicer way to end the year than focusing on the nine months prior when it felt like I finished absolutely nothing. 

This is how it happens (from  "5 ways to finish what you start"): 
Starting a new project is like falling in love. It’s exciting, emotionally arousing, infused with the natural motivator of novelty. Perhaps we even get obsessive about this new activity. We imagine it as “all good” and don’t pay much attention to potential obstacles, negatives, or challenges we may soon face.
Then, after some time goes by, the activity or book or lessons (or relationships) turn into harder work than we expected. It takes longer to complete than we’d hoped, or there’s some tedium and drudgery involved. We realize we aren’t sure about the next step. Stuck, we grind to a halt.
Not that we recognize that we’ve essentially quit trying. No, we just put off the “getting back to it” until such time as we imagine it will be effortless again. This sort ofprocrastination may or may not be fueled by perfectionism and the fear that the next steps may not be excellent enough.
Regardless, some ways of thinking frequently, almost inevitably, stop you in your tracks. There’s a block, a wall, a fear that’s getting in the way.
Laziness may be one small piece of the problem, but few of us are lazy when it comes to doing what we love, what’s easy, and what’s intrinsically rewarding.
Ok. So if this is all true, I will get back to baking pies, and reading, sports, sleep and chatting more with family soon enough, because I love all that. And yes, I'll exercise even thought I don't love that.

But in the mean time I also have a book I wrote, early in the morning and late at night and whenever I could manage in between. I can't do everything at the same time, but I can do everything in waves.

I'm a beach girl in every way ;).

Love, Lisa

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