I have all of my excuses at the ready. How hard it is to focus when crammed into a hotel room or small apartment with a husband, two kids and a dog. How exhausting house hunting is. How we had so many errands to run that I couldn't find a decent block of time to sit down and really focus. And so on, ad nauseam.
Most of my excuses are valid, but if I were on a deadline (I can hope right?), I'd still have to sit down and write. So yesterday, I finally locked myself in the bedroom with my MacBook and headphones and got to work. And I did it again today.
It felt great. I love writing, and every time I take a break–even when I don't have much choice–I always wonder how I stayed away from it for so long.
So I'm in a new writing groove (not a rut!) and I'm ready to finish up the revisions on Slow Burn in time for Nationals at the end of July. When I move into my new house in late July or early August I want to be ready to submit Slow Burn, and start outlining my next book.
I'm ready to get groovy!
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