Next Thursday my son will be back in school.
He’s sort of excited . He got the teacher he really wanted. He got a kick-ass new shark backpack with a Patrick Star backpack buddy to hang on one of the zipper pulls. Lunches are planned (we’ll see how long that lasts), school-time bedtime routine has been in place for a few weeks now and all his supplies are labeled.
I’ll drop him off, watch him go in, and…
…run home, put on my PJ’s and play Fallout4 with the volume turned way up. I might stop at the local bakery and get a sinful confection known as a “wicked brownie”, which I will not have to share upon arrival back to the house. I’m not going to do any laundry or dishes that day, nor am I going to run any errands. I will enjoy my quiet house, my forbidden treat and my uber-loud, hella-violent video game.
When Friday comes around, I’ll float back to reality and make meatballs for dinner during the day, probably go to the grocery store and then crack the whip on myself with my fantasy novel.
You see, I did something a few days ago that I’ve never done in all the years I’ve been writing.
I gave myself a deadline for completion of my first draft.
I don’t know if I’ll make it or not, but it’s both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I guess it’s not as scary as it would be if I were to have a deadline imposed upon me by a publisher or something, but I still want to hold myself accountable. I looked at my outline for the first time in months last week, (read: Mama has no time to write during the summer, so she didn’t bother to check up on herself) and found something very surprising. I had been under the impression for the last few months that I was only about a quarter through the outline. I was wrong! If my estimates are correct, I’ve already hit the halfway mark. It was a huge relief, and allowed me to finally commit to a deadline.
I’d like to have the first draft completed, but not edited, by XMAS 2016. I’m guessing it’s going to be another, oh, 20 chapters? But then again, I really don’t know. I have 19 in the bag already, plus a prologue, so who knows?
That’s a lot of work ahead, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. But, with my daytime writing time returned to me, I think I have a fighting chance of actually doing it. If I make it, HUZZAH! If I don’t, I’m not going to beat myself up over it, but I’d be disappointed.
So, wish my crazy ass luck! Will I do it? Who knows? But there’s only one way to find out…