It’s time once again for insecure writers, typing out their fears, thoughts, questions or any combination thereof. Join us by going to the home page, or maybe it’s the mother ship (you decide). Here’s the link because my WordPress is acting hinky today: IWSG.
My current fear, concern, nervous meandering is related to getting everything done–time. Do I sound like a broken record? I feel like I do. I’m wrapping up another summer break, and I still haven’t completed nearly the amount of writing I wanted to get done. I “finished” the first draft of my second book, and it’s resting, but I’d hoped to already be editing it by now, but I’m still a week or two away. I am revising my first book again, but I’d hoped to be done with that as well. My writing time will be less than half of what I get during the summer and I’m already 1-2 months behind where I’d hoped to be by this time. Argh… Now, I know the deadline is self-imposed, and it’s not the end of the world, but I am super aware of my free times and my busy times based on schedule, and I’m approaching the busiest time of year for a teacher, and I’d rather be writing. Sad face.
What do you guys do to balance your busy times of year with your writing?
Time for the news–da da da dum. *Giggle* A week or two ago I was feeling all James Earl Jones when I typed that, but now I’m hearing big drums. Dramatic, huh?
First up, AMAZING photos. These are identified as the best travel photographs/photographers of the year, and I so agree. Love, love, love!
Um, serieskiter. Read it, and the translation of that word will become clear. I am such a middle school teacher or maybe it’s a student. *Snort*
In science news, traveling backwards in time could produce doppelgangers. So cool. Read it through to the ten year example–twins that take each other out, leaving just the original? Mind totally blown.
That’ll do it for yet another week. The last full one before I have to go back to work–big inhale. You should feel sympathy for me, but I know that the majority of you do not have summers off, so my whining falls on very deaf ears. I get it. Still sucks, but I get it. See you in seven.