Once Upon a November

I wrote 2,475 words today.
Actually, I sobbed my way through them. I’ve cried while writing sad scenes, but I’ve never cried so hard I actually had to stop writing it. This was after three days of hem-hawing with other scenes that didn’t seem to fit, while I racked my brain around if I could pull off telling this story while changing certain elements of it. And in the end, No. Unfortunately not. Stories are like life, and I have found that there’s parts of my life that were no fun to live, but they’ve also spurred me to the path where I am now.
And for the most part, I like where I am now. (With all that said, if you feel like sending money or chocolate in the mail, I will like it all the more.) So three kinds of tea and one vanilla coffee later–not to mention a twenty minute doze right after writing the last 100 words of my current 25,000 with my eyes closed–I’ve slogged through the scene and my characters are off, quite literally, to a better place.
And then I began looking at the other aspects of my publishing life. It’s been fun, y’all. Fun and Crazy. And I started jotting down my post-nano work on my December calendar, a little sad that I’m only one published book into the five I hoped to have out this year. However. I’ve done a lot. And just so I remember what I was up to later, I’m recording it now.
At the beginning of the year, my life looked like this.
This month of November, I am hosting writing sessions at the local bookstore in honor of  National Novel Writing Month, commonly called Nanowrimo. The basic idea of Nanowrimo is to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of December, starting from scratch.
Since it’s generally a good idea to lead by doing, I started the third book of the Secret of Sentarra Trilogy this month. The idea was to get all three books in at least draft form before re-releasing the first next year, followed by the second and third draft. I also took a break on my other book projects so my life has fallen into a comfortable rhythm of:
2,000-5,000 words every day, averaging around 2,700.
Writing workshops every Friday afternoon.
Randomly scheduled meetings with people interested in asking questions about publishing.
Teaching piano in the afternoons.
Rescuing friends of the older generations from issues with their own computers.
It doesn’t sound like much but added to the normal tasks of life, laundry and mowing and decluttering grocery shopping, it’s kept me hopping. Coming up, I’ll be subbing in a cleaning job for a friend while she’s healing, and doing another photo shoot for images for the front cover of Across the Distance. Along those lines I’m considering another ATD related project that will be fun for me and surprising for my readers – except it’s a bit time consuming. Okay. Very time consuming. And I’m running rather short of that these days.
And then December comes. By then I should have the graphics back to Kyle, who is designing my cover. I’ve pulled my friend, fellow-writer and cohort, Valerie, on board to help proof the final interior of Across the Distance. I’ve got another friend waiting in the wings. I’m still operating out of a tiny fund but I’m beginning to think ahead to the bigger picture and pull together a team for when I have enough resources to function more like a publishing company and less like one person trying to get her book out in a semi-decent form. And it’s exciting.
And now I must go. My writing day is over. My piano day is starting.

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