Last night Bear was getting Atti ready for bed and asked him, “Are you going to go to school tomorrow?”
Atti sighed heavily and said, “Yeah, Mama’s tired.”
Boy oh boy does he have my number. I am tired. Clomid is kicking my butt from one end of my life to the other, my two blogs are always needing me, and I am currently working on two other enormous projects, one launching a youtube channel, and the other this novel I’ve been working on all year. I knew going in that this year was going to be crazy, which it’s definitely turned out to be, but not in the way I expected. The major problem I’ve been having is not a Mormon writer in a Mormon moment, but my own abundance of creativity. I’m inspired in so many ways and with such an energy that my poor body is having trouble keeping up.
So I’m calling in the troops. Over the next few weeks I’ll be peppering in some guest posts from my bloggy friends. They come from all over the blogging map. Mom bloggers, lifestyle bloggers, craft bloggers, personal bloggers, and I asked them all to write about the power of creativity in their lives.
My novel is over half finished and I know exactly where I’m going with the rest of it. My goal is to crank this out by the end of the month so that I can send it off to publishers while people are still interested in a Mormon story. But to make that goal I have to write 2500 words a day. I’m having a one woman NaNoWriMo.
People who don’t have my frantic creative energy often shake their heads at me, mystified by what I’m attempting to accomplish. I’ll write more on the specifics of that another day, but for now I’m just going to focus on showing, not telling. In my writing, and in my life.