I don't know if I should call this a sabbatical or not. But Mark is taking me to a shack on the edge of civilization for a month.
Like RIGHT NOW.
This was the month we were scheduled to have a long family vacation, but the past year has been such a roller coaster that we canceled it a long time ago.
Now I'm so so wanting to get these ten books completely drafted and existing in digital ink that I'm a little nervous to completely upend my new routine.
However...
But...
On the other hand...
This could be really, really good. I can feel the possibilities opening up. I worked for my friends over the past two weeks. I love them... but the entire time I could feel the energy building within me to get back to my typing setup and start cranking out the memories.
That mix of frustration can be very motivating for me. I like being busy. It helped me get back on a writing schedule in a way that nothing else has been able to over the past few months.
And now that the kid is going off to hockey camp for a week leaving me the perfect opportunity to write... my partner wants to take me away from home? We live in the country right now... but he *literally* wants to take me to a shack in the middle of nowhere. We'll be able to hike and bike and type, type, type. That's exactly how he described it to me.
Apparently he'll cook all my meals, too. (Yeah right. o.o) At least he knows better than to promise to clean up after. That's definitely not going to happen.
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Okay. I've buried the lede.
I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE INTERNET FOR ONE MONTH!
Don't stop breathing, Chris. Relax your throat. Take it all in. In and out. Not a big deal. In and out.
I'm NOT going to have INTERNET! AHHHHHH!
But this is a good thing. He'll be my personal word counter. When I want to quit writing, he'll make me write a little more. When I get to the sad memories, he'll make me feel better then put the keyboard back in my lap.
We're going to do this. I have about 2 1/2 books left to draft. (Not counting the crazy Book Seven, which might never be finished.)
It's *possible* that if I spend the next 30 days without worrying about... anything... that my next post to you guys can be about me 'reaching THE END'.
Holy Shit.
The End.
I don't know if I can taste it. But it's there. (Though I'll have to backtrack to Book Seven at some point, so it's not like I should be scared to reach the end, because there's going to be a lot more work to do.)
This is insane. I can *almost* wrap my head around this. It feels like it might actually work! I'm feeling so positive right now!
The family will come out and visit us after hockey camp, then I'll have to decide if this 'sabbatical' is working or if I should cut out early and go home with them.
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Sometimes, the best things to make you happy are the pleasing surprises. I can honestly say that I'm pleased with this development. (Even as I also kind of hate it. I'm not going to be looking at any business stuff for over a month! Ah!)
Honestly, I need this. That's what I'm feeling in this moment--selfish... and that I need it.
That's my news for the month! It's a big one! I'm grinning as I type this, but... it's possible that I'll type *a lot* of words in the next 30 days.
And I'm in such a groove right now! I hope this doesn't ruin it! (Please be a good thing! Please!)
I leave on Monday. I've got a shit ton of stuff to do to get ready. OMG. So Much To Do!
Published on July 07, 2018 16:14