I’m on deadline right now and for me that is awesome. Why? Because it’s been nearly 5 years since I’ve been on any kind of deadline as most of my writing was on hiatus due to me being in Europe. Now that doesn’t mean I didn’t write. No, it was quite the opposite. While there I finished 4 self-published works, got an agent and did proposals galore.
What happened was much more subtle in the fact that I’d never went to my epublisher and said, ‘Give me a deadline’ because I hadn’t sent in anything new, proposal or otherwise, for the whole time I lived abroad. I’ve often asked myself why and I realize there is no clear cut answer. I guess I just didn’t want to be boxed in or something in a country I was having a hard time adjusting to at the time.
So, when a group of friends of mine were planning to do an anthology this year, I asked to be a part of it since I wanted to get used to having deadlines again. Oh, lordy, what was I thinking? Our planning started in February when the packers came to box up my office and shut me down. I had a tablet that wasn’t good for writing and though I’d packed composition books and pens galore, there was never a good time to do anything with them.
Then we arrived on the east coast and the planning was still going on in early March. I put in my two cents, I agreed to all the deadlines and once all the relatives were visited, we arrived home with my new Surface computer. ‘This was it’ I told myself and waited for inspiration to hit me. Nothing. I went to a convention or two, met my agent and one of my BFF writing friends, Gini Koch, and felt a little of the inspiration I so desperately craved.
Then remember last month when I said that we weren’t sure where we were going to live? Well, we basically got our marching orders to move to New Mexico. I went for a visit and we saw approximately fifteen houses, yes – it was three long days of great houses, bad houses and some that we needed a plan for making it our own. Then we found one we fell in love with and wanted it.
We lost it and went two houses down the street, to one with the exact same floor plan, less land but a lot of the fixes already done. It was $25k less than the first, so we immediately put in a bid even though it has a bunch of things that need to be done to it. Thank goodness we got that second one because I don’t think I can go through this whole thing again. Keep your fingers that it will all work out.
Fast forward to last week and my looming deadline. Notice I said looming. This story that I’ve been loving and plotting and planning to get done is in the final throes of getting a few beta reads and a final edit. The bad thing is that I need to have it all turned in by tomorrow night midnight and I’m not sure I’ll make it because life has got in my way over and over again.
Everyone has been so wonderful about the fact I decided to do an international move and this at the same time while planning yet another move. Since Monday, I’ve wondered if I’d lost my mind committing to something while life is so stressing. But a funny thing happened that I’d forgot all about.
Even though I am very stressed, my writing is thriving. It’s like I’m hyper focused on it when I’m writing and I see nothing but it. The words are flowing like never before, meaning I’m doing the 1800 words an hour thing again. I am getting a chapter done in an hour instead of a day. I’ve got the plot all in my mind and it’s getting laid down like bricks on a path. The pantser in me is coming out again and suddenly, all I want to do is write. What’s even better is that I’m doing it well.
Life has a way of making sure all we want happens exactly when we need it to happen. No sooner, no later. Yes, I’m more stressed than ever but look at what that stress is helping to produce.
More stories than I’ve seen in five years. And it’s a good thing for me to realize, a little of the right stress never hurts.