As my novel has been placed on the back burner for the last several months, I want to seriously dedicate time to it. I haven’t updated my second draft since the beginning of May, which kind of hurts my heart since this was supposed to be “my year” to work on it.
I haven’t been writing.
I haven’t been reading.
I haven’t been…doing anything, really.
Background: My current work in progress was a NaNoWriMo project from 2016. Allow me to present you with an incomplete timeline, and the things I’m currently doing to get this book ready for potentially querying.
Over the last two months, I have been trying to keep up with my New Years Resolutions while juggling jobs, friendships, my relationship and my life. I have spent the last two years reading self help memoirs about women working towards the best version of themselves. And after two months, I am ready to throw in the towel.
For the last two months, I have blogged every Sunday, and every Sunday, I have enjoyed it. I love the challenge of blogging, finding the perfect picture, sharing my work on social media and being the proud owner of a blog. But the last couple days have been rough personally and professionally, and that has resulted in a level of creative exhaustion I don’t usually experience.
While February hasn’t ended yet, I figured now was a good time to get this up, before I completely forget what all the books were about.
Let’s go back to the beginning. In February of last year, barely a week after my girlfriend had asked me officially to be hers, she asked if I’d like to Paris sometime in October. And I was skeptical. I’d barely been seriously theirs for a week and here they were asking if I wanted to go to Paris. “I’ve always wanted to take a girl to Paris,” she said, and my heart melted. So that’s how I spent 5 days last October walking between tourist destinations and eating my way through the city of love.