I had set an internal deadline of finishing edits on my Shitty First Draft (SFD) by July 1. It is July 1. And I’m about four chapters, give or take, behind. However – I am not bummed by missing this deadline. I have two children under the age of two that are running afoot, I work full time, and I really like spending time with my husband and other family members; I’m cutting myself a little bit of slack. And that’s partially because I’m confident that I’m not far away from finishing my edits.
What’s next? I’m wavering between giving my story some time to rest and marinate (what does that even MEAN?) or going right back into more edits. I think I’m going to give it a little rest, partially to give myself some objective distance, but mostly because there’s another project that’s been niggling at my gray matter and I want to do some outlining on that before I return to my edits. I worry about losing my momentum, but my instinct is telling me that I’m going to be OK as long as I return to AL before August 15th.
In other news – I’m reading again. When I’m writing, my reading habit becomes feast or famine. And if I do read, I want to read something that I’ve read before (It’s my brain’s version of comfort food? I’m really strange? All of the above?), I’m out of my famine mode and back into feasting on books. I’m back to reading Patricia Briggs’ “Mercy Thompson” series and restarted the “Alpha and Omega” series. I love the world that Briggs created with these characters – again, mental comfort food. I’m also reading books on the Russian empire – Robert K. Massie’s “Catherine the Great” and Edvard Radzinsky’s “The Last Tsar.” I’ve been minorly obsessed with the Romanovs since high school. And like my penchant for mental comfort food, I cannot explain why I am drawn to those eras in history and that country.
Happy July, friends!
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