All my life I wanted to be a full-time writer, and I practiced summer after summer. But as I got closer to the end of my teaching careers, my priorities changed. Already I was worried that my mom was, you know, getting more tired when we’d go on our shopping trips, so I decided one day a week was going to be time spend hanging out with her.
Then just before Christmas my last year teaching, my brother had a stroke and wasn't able to drive anymore, and he had physical therapy. So when his wife, also a teacher, went back to work, I started taking him to therapy, and breakfast, lol. Then when therapy ended we started going to the gym twice a week, and breakfast. I love doing it, and I’m glad that I’m free to spend time with him, but it wasn't something I expected, and I just had a hard time finding a writing rhythm.
Then the Covid, and my husband has been working home since the end of March. It has taken me until this past month to get used to it, and I’ve decided not to push myself just writing 500 words a day, on each of two stories. And then this week, I’ve started taking an online marketing course so I can get more serious about the business side of my writing.
I have a planner, which I actually love using. I started the year with a board of all the tasks I want to achieve, and while I fell way behind the second quarter, I no longer feel unfocused. We’ll see how it all works out. I’m halfway through Book Three of my Broken Wheel book and probably a third of the way through a novella I’ve been wanting to write for a while. I’ll keep you posted!