I have a big stack of papery things on my work table which is gradually getting eroded (which is to say it is turning into a puddle of papery things around my ankles) as I work through my edits for French Vanilla, a chick lit crime novel due at Pulp Fiction Press On February 14.
I should perhaps note at this point that the people at Pulp Fiction Press are lovely and almost certainly would extend a deadline to me, should I ask for it. However, I DO NOT WANT. I have a year's worth of writing deadlines ahead of me, and stretching this one out now would put everything else off balance.
It doesn't help that, you know, having a baby in August, I have a few months less of the year than I though. Even I wouldn't try to write the third book of a trilogy in the first two months of my second child's life...
OR WOULD I?
Heh.
So my plan for this month is to finish edits of French Vanilla, write 3,000 words of book discussion notes on Peter Pan, read and critique several manuscripts for our ROR weekend in March, and write 15 thousand words of Book Two of Fantasy Trilogy.
What are you looking at? It's doable. Seriously.
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3 comments:
You forgot to mention climbing Mt Everest and achieving World Peace!
Doable. But certifiable.
This is where an opening or two have presented them selves and typically I would blunder forward with a flippant remark, resulting in me getting my arse kicked again by a female. I'm not sexist mind you, just married and slightly wiser.
If you reckon its cool and doable, then far be it for me to say other wise. You have all support.
hmmmmm.
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