As most of you reading know, I’m feeling under some (self-induced) pressure to wrap the first draft of Sunspin. I’d intended to be done by 8/31, but lost more time that I’d planned to both Worldcon and chemotherapy. Still, I’m five days or less from being done. And I have another deadline looming, 9/30, to
So yesterday I didn’t write. Which is always weird.
But life has priorities.
So parenting was a priority. And rightly, absolutely so. But still, there’s a bit of a risk in getting so focused on process (or in this case, deadline) that the rest of life can slip away. I’m quite capable of hyperfocusing on writing fiction, I’ve done it many times.
Sometimes it’s good to remember why I’m really here. Even when my inner project manager is pitching a fit and throwing mental Post-It notes out the metaphorical window.