I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.
Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
Right now, it feels like maybe, just maybe, I’ve taken on more than I can handle. The deadlines are coming closer and closer with each day passing, and my workload at the day job is increasing. We also got it confirmed that my son has dyslexia last week, so lots of school contacts and such.
Him being dyslexic is nothing we’re surprised by. I’m dyslexic. By the time you’re reading this, I’ve first written it, then read it, then ran it through Grammarly, then listen to it, sometimes twice, and yet I’m sure you can find a typo or a missing word somewhere.
What saddens me is that I know he’ll have a hard time in the coming years as the workload in school increases. As an adult, I’ve learned my strategies, I’ve learned what works for me, and while hubby sometimes might have a hard time decipher my handwritten notes, I do all right on a computer (at least in comparison LOL). My son has a lot of hard work ahead of him figuring out what works for him, and I wish I could spare him having to work through it.
But, this post, was supposed to be about what’s going on writing-wise and nothing else. I’m working on two stories at the time, both will be Holly Day stories, and I hope I’ll soon be begging my beta readers for feedback.
I’ve written 97.290 words so far during 2021, and according to my tracker that leaves me 39% done with my goal of writing 250.000 words. So I think, I’m doing pretty well. I just need a couple of weeks with no obligations, a maid, and food deliveries to make my deadlines LOL
The plan is to write the third Rockshade story next, but… If I’m gonna write any holiday stories this year, I need to start planning for those too.
There are so many stories and so little time. Do all authors feel that way? I guess they do. There are always ideas, always scenes playing out in my head. They might not turn out anything in the stories like they are in my head, but there is a constant flow of scenarios. A pleasant problem, I guess. Except I get frustrated when I don’t have time to write them.
Ah well, we’ll see how far I’ve come next month.
Ofelia Grand 