Why is it that everything happens all at once? That all deadlines seem to fall in line with one another?
Over the next 2-3 weeks I need to finish my final once over of a manuscript I submitted to a development program, I need to get two different lots of first pages prepped and sent off for the two workshops I will be taking part in at the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival as well as some extensive edits on The Troll’s Toll so I can submit the next part to my writer’s group and this time hopefully no one will want my protagonist to die.
I’ve been editing for too long, and while there is a lot more writing involved in editing than one might at first think, I yearn to create something new.
But deadlines! If my manuscript is not ready, I will forfeit my place if chosen. If my first pages for the workshops are not sent on time I’ve wasted the money spent on them, and while the writers’ group is not a stone dead line, I have goals to learn as much as possible and that is best achieved by submitting. Also I take the dislike of my protagonist as a challenge – can I still make her the person the story needs her to be, but get my group to like her?
So I have to wring every second I can from my days these next few weeks.
Hmmm, then why am I wasting time with a blog post?