Welcome and salutations end of the summer.
In this house the new year is always marked by the return to school -- not Labor Day, or New Year's Day -- just an inauspicious August day that changes every year that becomes my target date for fresh starts, or pumping energy into the old ones. I love me some autumn. Spring has never been my rejuvenation/resurrection season. It's always been the beginning of the slacker season -- the season I become easily distracted and sidetracked. Throw in some lazy and hot, and other than the mandatory obligations, nothing much gets done. I'm glad summer's over. It's now time to speed up my lackadaisical stroll. It's now time to focus, focus, focus.
I've cut away the dead hair, vibrated the color, stopped smoking, cut down on wine & popcorn consumption, am back to working out and walking, dug through the clutter of my office -- cleaned, organized and spruced it up. Once I catch up with the shop shit I'm parking myself in it. I'm setting a schedule. I am setting a deadline.
I recently read a blog by someone who wrote and edited a 76,000 word or thereabout, book in 26 days. 26 days. 26 days. Good grief! I've been working on mine 26 months. 26 months. 26 months! I'm still revising. I'll keep revising until I'm content. I may never be content. I'm a tough audience. I think of this as my one time shot. I want my first published book to leave an impression, a lasting one. If I can't, then I don't want to waste any more time writing books. It's a lonely and difficult road to take and not for the soft, or easily bruised. Nope, it's not an easy journey, but I've never been one to pick the easy way out, and I ain't giving up. As my husband asks, "You never do anything halfway, do you?" No, I guess I don't.
To get Monday morning moving..."Born to Be Wild." Let's roll...