I had planned to spend the summer writing. Writing and playing and enjoying the outdoors. And I did some of that, but I also worked. I was on hiring committees for two positions at my school, plus I agreed to develop a new teacher induction program. (The first was volunteer, the second was paid… or at least it’s supposed to be. I’ve not received any money for it yet.)
Anyway, all that really ate into my summer. And I didn’t blog, didn’t work on my novel, didn’t spend time every day writing the way I’d planned and hoped to do.
Then, suddenly, the summer was gone. School began.
And school was crazy. There are many reasons — not the least of which is that I didn’t have a mental break from it all summer long — but the point is that I did not start the year well. My awesome assistant principal had to talk me off the proverbial ledge more than once.
But now, the air is crisp with Octoberness. The leaves are just beginning to think about changing colors. Walnuts litter the ground, the chickens are going to bed early and sleeping late in the mornings, and Fall Break is here.
A few weeks ago, I was wailing to the husband about something. The paperwork I had to do, or the essays I needed to grade, or how stressed out some of my students were making me. And he said, “You’ve got to get away from here for Fall Break.”
So this Friday after school, I hopped into my packed car and made the drive to my parents’ house. I promised myself that I would spend time writing. I’d mostly work on my novel, but if there was time, I’d blog, start a short story that is in my head, and work on a one-sheet (kind of like a flyer about myself and my writing) that I’ll take to the writing conference I will be attending later this month.
I’m happy to say that my novel is now over 20,000 words long.
It’s still a bit disorganized (I didn’t write it in chronological order, but rather just as scenes came to me), and there are parts missing still, but wow. Twenty thousand words. That’s exciting to me.
While a long three months slipped away between the last time I really worked on my writing to now, I am hopeful that I’ll be able to keep working steadily from now on. Sure, life happens, but writing makes life better.