And not just because I live in Texas where there’s a permanent state of drought and lawns look like deserts for 10 months of the year. I’m waiting for the much more precious form of rain: inspiration. The touch of literary angels, letting the storms and floods come to my parched imagination.
I’m revising my second manuscript (half way through it), and these have been the most painful revisions of my life, to date. I can’t see the ending of a new thread I created, and it’s driving me crazy.
In addition, I have ideas for two more separate novels, and I’ve scratched them down with the little bits stuck in my mind like thorns. But once again, inspiration has run dry in my household. Maybe because I’m letting the revisions of this other manuscript drag me down. Very plausible.
Last October and November, the story of my third manuscript literally spilled out of my fingers, like the Hoover Dam overflow. I’m grateful it’s now out to several Beta Readers whom I trust, and know there will be more to revise when it comes back.
But this other story plagues my house (thanks, Shakespeare) like an abandoned yacht in a dried lakebed.
As a Texan, we’re used to droughts. But I pull from the inner part of my soul, born in the tropics, that craves the rain.
For many people, fall season means taking kids back to school, football games, World Series, changing out your wardrobe, and winterizing your lawn. For me, it means reviewing the goals I made in January. Writing goals, specifically. And determining how I’ve done so far, and if I’m on track to complete those goals in the last 3 months of the year.
My most challenging goal for the year is participating in NaNoWriMo. This starts in November, but I’m definitely prepared. Everything is plotted, the characters are completely mapped out. The word count per week goal is lofty, and makes me nervous.
But I finished the first draft of my last manuscript, I’ve averaged 2 blog posts per week, and I’m on track to have revisions completed by the end of the year. Hopefully to start submissions by January.
Overall, it was a great year of learning and getting used to a lifestyle change. For the first time since I was 16, I don’t have a paycheck in my name. All so I can focus on writing and trying to make my first published debut. Reading blogs, receiving critiques, and reading a bajillion books all helped me improve my style. All necessary to help find your own voice.
So for the start of fall season for me, yes it means taking my son to school and enjoying college football with my hubby, it also means the continuation of a very fun and challenging time in my life.