I admit I am mildly psychotic. I give myself goals, and once I see them on paper, they might as well be chiseled in stone.
I hit them.
No matter what.
It’s something that was driven into me since I was very young. I thank my father for this most of the time. Being driven has helped me get to where I am today.
But I have trouble dealing sometimes when I realize what I challenge myself with is sometimes too much.
I got sick.
Really dern sick.
Flat out in bed, can’t move, stricken-with-a-chill sick. Then sweating-to-death can’t- turn-down-the-temperature sick. Horrible… zig zagging back and forth.
Yep, I even looked like a guy.
It’s terrible to have to take off from work, waste vacation time, and get NOTHING DONE.
It drove me crazy, laying there under piles of blankets, sometimes with a fifty-pound poodle on top of me for extra warmth… doing nothing when there is piles of work to be done in real life, as well as my writing world.
I couldn’t even THINK of my scenes. I couldn’t formulate a plan for when I could get out of bed. My mind was dead. Caput.
What a terrible couple of days.
I’m better now, thank goodness. But now I have to take stock.
First things first.
I just completed my immediate need: The interviews/blog posts requested by wonderful people who signed up with my marketing company to help promote FIRE IN THE WOODS.
Whew… That was a lot of work.
Today, I do something I have not done in a VERY long time.
I set the writing aside.
No aliens. No space ships. No conflicts (except a few real life kids)
The book will be there tomorrow, and I know the first thing I am going to do is look at my goal sheet (yes, I have one, with word counts for each day.)
I will see that I am now a month behind, with a deadline looming.
I will not panic. (You hear that? I WILL NOT PANIC)
Life happens. Vacations are needed. Current books need to be marketed. And hey, there’s not much you can do about getting sick.
Tomorrow I re-align my goals, and I suppose I should start lining up beta readers, because if I do manage to hit my publisher’s deadline, it is going to be close.
Deep breath. This can be done.
How do you dig out of a hole when you realize you’ve fallen far behind?