I want to say a special thanks to my husband for all his support right now--I'm feeling a little lost towards my writing these days, and it definitely leaks into every other part of my life.
Writing takes such a long time (I was heartened when I read John Green's pep talk for NaNo-ers, and found out it takes him three years to churn out one book) that I cycle in and out of periods of feeling like I'm beating my head against a wall. That even though my writing is getting to the next level through difficult revision, even though I have several other books waiting in the revision queue, even though I know I am moving forward, I don't feel the momentum. I feel mired in mud. Because for all intents and purposes, writing isn't even my part-time job. I spend an hour or two writing a day, on a good day. And it's hard to feel like a career is moving forward with this kind of time commitment. I thought that writing tons of words every day for NaNo would cure that, but each word I type reminds me of how long I will revise this current project. And it discourages me.
I've also been exercising every other day, which really zaps the writing time on those days. So, I may be finding some kind of balance, but I'm not feeling balanced.
And my husband, who doesn't write novels, who doesn't know how incredibly long it takes to complete one (although by now, he's getting an inkling), is nothing but supportive. He believes in me and my writing, and he always lets me know. He puts up with my malaise, and frustration, without even knowing why. Without him and his support, I wouldn't be wearing my writer cap right now.
Happy Birthday, Super Grover. Thanks for always getting me through the roughest stuff, and believing in me even when I don't. Maybe Super Grover will even become my 200th follower!!
