It’s been a bit since I’ve written a real blog in a bit. Since my last update, I’ve started working with a critique group, which ended up being really great, and I’ve started in earnest to write the second draft of my book.
I’ve missed my characters and the world I created for them. I’m only two and a half chapters into the editing and rewriting but I’ve been changing little things, I with the help of the critique group I think I’ll be able to create something kind of good. My best friend Jen read it and she said there were funny bits and it’s fleshing out nicely. I’ve decided to trust her.
Truth be told, I’ve been struggling creatively during this quarantine, booth writing, and reading and as we enter the second full month of being home, I’m starting to feel super guilty about it. Having the group with a deadline and knowing I get to talk about my work for a little bit with some other people who love writing and seem to enjoy the story should help a little. At least I hope.
I have been able to finish reading two books, the John Laurens biography and Love and War, and Alex and Eliza Story by Melissa de la Cruz– because I am nothing if not on brand. I’ve also decided to start listening to Pride and Prejudice. I’m trying, but I always feel like I’m never doing enough. All I’ve wanted for forever was a little bit of time to be able to do all things on my lists of to-dos and now I have that time.
I’m sure a lot of people are feeling the same way, but sometimes it feels like everyone around me is doing great. They’re reading 6 books a week and blogging and doing their book Instagram and everything else and I’m limping along.
On the plus side, work is starting to pick up and I don’t feel as overwhelmed as I did earlier. I’m learning. I just started this job so it’s been weird learning the job on the fly but I think I’m settling. I bought a new work chair, and it’s great. It’s bright green and very nice to sit in. Honestly, I’m pretty hype about the chair. It’s been the highlight of the last two weeks.
I’m hoping May brings better things than March and April. We can only hope.