This past weekend, I hit an important milestone in my writing:
I surpassed fifteen thousand words in my book, an imaginary line I have loosely defined as a fifth of what it will ultimately be.
I have trouble with writing. It isn't the act so much as the time it takes; I have trouble finding it. Or perhaps more accurately, I feel guilty for using up the attention that it takes on something other than my family. Because there are moments available, sprinkled throughout the day, that can be used for listening or scrolling or watching or reading or talking, and I use those, but always with the unspoken asterisk of *I can be bothered during this activity. I can make dinner for my family while I listen to my favorite podcast. I can stop texting with my sister to take my son to the potty. I can watch a show with my husband while I pay bills.
But writing, that self-indulgent mistress, requires an otherworldly level of attention which my handful of children and full-time job and basic human responsibilities don't easily facilitate.
So achieving this mini-milestone is something I would like to celebrate, and I would ask that you celebrate it with me by doing me the kindness of rating my Facebook page and/or Goodreads page and/or Amazon page. The more positive feedback I can get, the better my chances of being able to successfully pitch this book to someone worthwhile when I hit the real milestone of finishing the thing. (With some luck, the first draft will be done around Christmas!)
I am infinitely grateful for this work I love and this life I love and you who have done so much to shape and support me.
Have a beautiful evening!