3 Things From The Past Week | 26

3 Things From The Past Week | 26

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As I sit down to write this week, I can’t help but notice how completely different things feel. It could have something to do with the fact that, one week into my Whole30, I’ve got more energy during the day than ever. But I’m guessing that it has more to do with the fact that on Wednesday night, four days before my deadline, I finished my Someone In The Way draft.

If you don’t know, I first had the idea to re-write Finding Lily back in March. Towards the end of April, I sat down and got to work. I struggled and struggled with re-writing that book (it was only a novella of 30k) for months and months. I even gave up at one point and started working on a new project.

But then… then I discovered this book, and I sat down and outlined that novel scene by scene. Then I got to work. A month and a half later, I have a completely new draft that is in great shape.

Finishing something that I started in April has had an incredible effect on me. I haven’t stopped smiling for days. I’m sleeping better. I don’t feel guilty every time I open up a book to read. I feel… accomplished.

And I absolutely cannot wait to share this book with the world.

2

My husband and I are going back to Maui in early December. The first time we went together was for our honeymoon in 2011 and I’ve been anxious to go back ever since. It’s not a long trip by any means, but it’s just the two of us, and something we both desperately need.

A break. Because I spent the last 7 months obsessively trying to re-write a book. Because my husband works harder than almost anyone I’ve ever met. Because it’s good to get away, just the two of us. Because Hawaii. Because sleeping in and drinking wine and eating seafood and white sand and no demands and a break from the norm.

3

It was early Saturday morning. I’d snuck into my office to sip coffee and write in my journal while my son watched cartoons in the other room. Not long after I started writing, the tv went silent and in walked my son. He took one look at me, turned and left the room. I chuckled but didn’t think much of it. And then he came back in, his little toy laptop and paper in hand. He asked me to help him sit at my desk. And then he pulled open his laptop, looked at me very seriously and said, “I just have ten minutes to write.”

I. Practically. Died. That, right there, is a good reminder that four-and-a-half-year-olds are always listening, watching.

I’m a proud mama.

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