I've always heard the staying, "It takes as long as it takes," but dang. Best laid plans aside, I didn't finish my five-book YA Paranormal Thriller series in six months. Not even in a year. The year-and-a-half mark is fast approaching, and I'm still trekking along.
Pesky health issues that affected my energy levels and focus ssssslllllloooowwwed my pace to a turtle's stroll.
off, no whining or complaints here. I've continued to draft, put in,
revise, edit, and polish. Still... Okay, maybe a mini whinefest, in that
I realize and know in every fiber of my being how much I am capable of
accomplishing, if it weren't for those uber frustrating health issues.
Recently, I came across this quote:
give up on a dream, just because of the time it will take to accomplish
it. The time will pass anyway. -- Earl Nightingale.
No, I am not yet published. Nope,
I have not made any money with my books, a little hard to do when
they're not finished and/or published and all. So many story and series
ideas, just waiting... Many, many more books to be written.
I have not fully written these. Book #1 goes on to the formatter in the
next week or so. Book #2 is one-third of the way into the revision
And, true to form for this past year, that dratted dreaded health issue is back. More doctor's appointments coming up.
Yet, everyday, I drag myself to the computer and work on this series.
Because this series waited a long time to be written. After all, there's that writer part of me that must write, so it stands
to reason I must finish these books. IF they were lackluster and
sub-par, I would, surprisingly, have no problem setting them aside and
moving on; however, they do have a bit of oomph to them, if I do say so
it's not the story or the actual revision that's slowing me down, it's
the level of fatigue, disrupted sleep, and focus challenges that block
me from making the kind of progress I would like to make.
I'd be cranking out a finished book a month. My logical mind,
creativity, and process are up to it. I, however, physically am not.
Therefore, out of kindness to myself, I am tacking each day, trying to
accomplish as much as possible on one day at a time, without setting any
further goals than that of the day before me.
cull repetative words and phrases from as many chapters as feasible
possible. Tomorrow I do the same. I keep plugging. And
eventually...before I realize it, I'll have a finished book. Then
another one. Then another. As I turtle along.
Nightingale was correct. No matter how I spend my time, time passes
anyway. As a writer, I can't imagine a better way to fill my days.