I had big plans for January. I’d been riding the high from my first fast drafting success in November, and all the submission craze of first weeks of January. My momentum was huge, my goals… Godzilla-sized, and I could see success looming before me. Between wrapping editing on two projects, attacking cardio workouts with my new elliptical, and going ‘no added sugar’ for the month, January 2017 planned to be EPIC.
Then it hit. What is it? Pain.
Pain came in the form of mental, followed by physical. As I sit here typing this I’m dealing with a strained muscle running from the back of my neck into my left shoulder. It’s getting better, slowly.
The pain started with rejection. Agents, publishers… the sadness. I would forge on and hold my head high. The right one is coming along, this story will find a home. The mantras were clear and on constant repeat. Then came the beta reads on a manuscript I’m working on. This didn’t hurt as bad, and my fellow writers are helping me grow, teaching me how to get better. But, I’m a perfectionist… I like to get things right the first time and even though I know that’s not how this writing process works, still stinks when I don’t get close to that finish line.
Then came the beta reads on a manuscript I’m working on. The comments and feedback didn’t hurt as bad. My fellow writers were/are helping me grow, teaching me how to get better. But, I’m a perfectionist… I like to get things right the first time and, even though I know that’s not how this writing process works, it still stinks when I don’t get close to that finish line in the first rounds.
The ‘no added sugar/no fast food’ was a bit harder. I managed and started planning meals. Then I got busy with the cardio sessions, determined to get on the elliptical every day. Until last week, it started with back and shoulder pain. Then Sunday I woke up and could barely move my neck.
Now, how far the mighty have fallen. I’m humbled. Reminded how a tiny injury can set back even the greatest warrior. It’s a slow road to recovery, which includes ice packs, visits to the chiropractor, stretching, and rest. I’m trying to get my mind wrapped around the edits I’ll need to make to my story and I hope to be back to somewhat normal functions by next week.
The moral is- life will always knock you down, the important part is how you bounce back.