Not A Wash, But A Blur

Where did February go? Seriously, have you seen it? I have checked everywhere, in every nook and cranny, around every corner, under the carpets, behind furniture. Everywhere. The only conclusion I can reach is that it has vanished.

February, for all its shortfalls, not the least of which is the tiny number of days, was a big month. It included business travel, personal travel, an everlasting winter cold, a 3-year-old with a changing sleep cycle and a new big-girl bed. I experienced tremendous physical change, emotional turmoil and a whole lot of metacognition. I attended approximately one million board and committee meetings, discovered insomnia, and finally got back on my bike after finding the Global Cycling Network on YouTube and banished soda from my fridge.

Thank God that in my life there is, well, God. He’s not for everyone but He’s for me. Also, rock-solid family stability, and more relevant to this blog, good ol’ pen and paper.

For all the running around, tossing and turning, planning, preparing, and so forth, my mind continues to make room for literary adventures. My “I’d like to write this someday” list has breached 50 titles, mostly picture books but some articles, early readers, and chapter books, too. And… some progress, in the past month I’ve managed to pen three manuscripts that I’m absolutely wild about. Granted, they need serious time and devotion before I’ll let anyone else see them, but they are golden in my heart and that’s a great starting point since I write to fulfill my own needs.

But it’s not all about me. In fact, the more I stake my claim on being a writer (I SO love saying that I’m a writer) I’m ever more impressed with the likes of real go-getters like Alayne Kay Christian, Stacy Stenberg Jensen, Becky Fyfe, Shannon Fimbel Abercrombie, Tara Lazar, Mira Reisberg, Elaine Kiely Kearns, and Julie Foster Hedlund. These incredible people and their very familiar names keep popping up in my news feeds with posts and blogs and instructions and accomplishments and all the while, I’m like, HOW DO THEY DO IT?! I don’t think I had even one blog post this past month. Maybe one, early on, but maybe not. And I missed the deadline to list my two submissions in SUB SIX. Really? I couldn’t write two sentences? And in 12 x 12, which I LOOOOOOVE, I basically disappeared right there along with February.

Thankfully, it’s a new month, a longer month! A warmer month! The third month! Insert weird fun fact that I love the number three and all of its multiples. No idea why. And this month, I mean business! More submissions, more serious devotion to an agent search, more group participation, and maybe, maybe more sleep. Dare to dream.

Most Recent Steps:

*Developed a portfolio plan/path
*Purchased the new 2014 Children’s Writer’s & Illustrator’s Market
*Signed up for a regional SCBWI event

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3 thoughts on “Not A Wash, But A Blur

  1. I wish I could say it’s all about balance, but I have no balance! I just wing it and the balance seems to teeter precariously. Sometimes you find balance in days, but other times it’s illusive and balance comes in the forms of weeks or months. I feel like I accomplished very little this month, and I know I goofed off too much. I also realized summer is coming in a few months and I’ll have even less time to work when the kids are out of school. That impending forecast has lit a fire under my butt. I’m hoping I find the balance in March.

  2. I agree with Tara! Balance? What’s that?! I know it seems like we are doing a lot, but trust me, you need to see my house- gah! Filth! I’m just happy that I remember to feed the kids every day. 🙂

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