It’s been a semi-productive few weeks with the holiday break, though it’s never what I thought it would be. People often overestimate what they can accomplish in a given period and I’m no different. I had visions of reading a thousand pages of story theory, writing another five hundred pages of new fiction, and getting the website ready for putting new books directly into your eager hands.
I was not this successful. I estimate about a hundred theory pages, ten (!) pages of new fiction, and a web page still under construction. Why? Because I keep making grand plans without considering that the holidays are when the whole family gathers and locking myself up in the office and living like a hermit just isn’t going to fly. I actually like my family and when it comes to writing versus enjoying their company, my family is going to win. If I’m being grandiose, I’m choosing love over art. If i’m being my midwestern self, I’m choosing family over career.
Though I did not slay the dragons I envisioned, I did wound them somewhat and I’m set up for finishing the job this month.
