There was a metronome like sound that has followed me everywhere for the last month. It was the sound of the clock, ticking away the moments of 2011. The time I had to finish my manuscript.
I am proud to say that I am done. You heard me. I have officially written a book. Sure, my family might be the only people to ever read it. Point is I set out to do something and did it. How many people can say they've written a book? Well after this experience I will never mock another book again. No matter how bad.
Because this was alot of work. Blood sweat tear... insomnia. All that. 6 hours a day. For a week. Thank goodness my husband could watch the kids. It was a daunting task to be sure, trying to meet this deadline. I had to use all the tools in my toolbox from the lessons learned last year. Most importantly I guess I had to decide if I really wanted to finish it this year. When the answer was yes, then I had to make a plan to make sure I succeeded. But I had to tamp down the dreams of becoming a bestselling author.That's not my goal... just to finish.
Writing is a labor or love. Obviously I hope someone else wants to read it too, but that really doesn't matter nearly as much as the accomplishment itself.
Now I am going to email to Caleb and sleep for a week. Happy New Year. I am sure I will sleep through it