Then off to write at a café, albeit starting an hour late, which is fine.
I revised Blessed are the Meek from 10 to 1:30 p.m.
Right when I was logging off my computer at the café, I got an email from my editor, who if I haven’t mentioned already, I adore. She’s unbelievably smart, and cool, and savvy and I’m incredibly grateful to be working with her. So I’m always thrilled to get an email from her. This time was no different, but it did cause me to hyperventilate for about two seconds.
Along with revisions to Blessed are the Meek (which are due May 1), it looks like this next week will also be spent doing edits from the copyeditor on Blessed are the Dead and those are due next week.
This business and the stress of trying to get everything done is a good problem. I mean, I’ve dreamed of being in this position for years, right? And here, I am, so busy working on writerly stuff, I can barely surface for air. And I love it at the same time I’m having mini panic attacks about it.
One of my super talented and successful writer friends reminded me to take a breath and not get too crazy and it was just what I needed to hear today.
And I reminded myself once again my priorities are thus: Family and THEN writing. And so I need to be able to turn it all off at night when I’m around my family and enjoy their company and be relaxed and not a stress ball around them.
So that will be my challenge this week.
So back home, I took an hour for lunch, errands, and a walk, which helped the stress dissipate quite a bit.
When I got back, I had an hour to start tackling the copyedits before I had to shift into Italian Mama mode.
I got a thrill reading my manuscript all laid out ready to go with my dedication page and everything all set. And learned a lot reviewing what the copy editor did. For instance, now I know that “douchebag” is actually two words “douche” and “bag.” But really, glad to have someone going through and catching all my mistakes and making my novel all pretty and stuff. YAY!
Today, I am counting my blessings. I am incredibly grateful for my life, that my family is healthy and we are fortunate to have a safe place to live and I can send my kids to good schools and the sun is out and I’m exactly where I want to be at this point in my writing career.
Writing: 2,500 words or three hours of revision
Walking: 1 mile
Writing: 3.5 hours of revision
Walking: 1 mile