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Every single Saturday in November is booked, which definitely sounds like a glamorous life. Except that Saturdays are the day I usually carve out a chunk of time to write.
And I have a book manuscript due December 1.
I woke up around 4 AM and lay in bed, reminding myself to breathe.
I've been working on this book since I signed the contract. It's nearly finished. But the reality of my teaching and writing schedule combined with the terrifying proximity of the deadline was panic-inducing.
Or, in other words, perhaps the kick in the pants a procrastinator needs.
So, I got up yesterday morning, ready to set priorities and make headway. I checked a few things off my list, went to work, taught some classes and checked a few things off my list there. When I got home, I was so motivated that I took a nap. And when I woke up, I did what any author in my position would do.
I texted a fellow author and told her how panicked I felt.
This, my friends is the true glamorous life of an author.
I am happy to report that some writing did get done (and not just this blog post), along with the requisite planning necessary to ensure that I stay focused and crank out those last two chapters. Luckily, there are other days of the week besides Saturday, and I need to make sure that I squeeze writing into more of them.
A writer's gotta do what a writer's gotta do.