A Round of Words in 80 Days came into my life at a very strange time. I’ve been grappling with my writing, what it means and where I want to take it; lost in transition with little time to find my way. My daughter is an amazing and wonderful little girl, but she’s given Daddy very little time to focus on his work. In fact, Saturday marked the first morning in more than a week that I managed to do enough to feel productive.
Still, I’m feeling much better about my goals. At least on average.
The New Novel
Let’s get this goal out of the way first. Progress? Nope. Nada. Nothing. Nyet. After careful consideration–which only looks like procrastination–I’ve decided that a novel has to wait. Making the move from horror to freelancing, social commentary and something that vaguely like journalism is going to take time.
I’m shoving this goal into the next round of ROW80. It’s off the list.
I’ve made several changes to this site, mostly updating a few of the pages to reflect my new writing direction. I also broke out all the mad ravings about my writing adventures on their own page. Maybe I’m just kidding myself about how interesting that all is, but some people seem to like it.
Reviews have taken a back seat, mostly because my reading time this last week has been spent on non-fiction and non-indie books. Indie book reviews will continue, just not at the pace they have been.
Other changes are in the works, but I don’t yet have a solid grasp of exactly how I want to proceed so they’re on hold for now.
I’ve made some great progress here. I submitted an article to one place, and they came back asking me to re-write the title to be more “search engine friendly.” Other than that, they like it. I’ve also jumped into another site which helps connect writers to people who want stuff written. Good vibrations there, too.
My daughter gave me a nice chunk of time alone yesterday so I could get some articles written and some research out of the way. If we can work out the same arrangement for the next few days, I should be rocking this goal for Wednesday’s check in.
There’s that creepy optimism again.