Human beings are obsessed with time. We personify it – it either flies or crawls, but most often it marches on. We yearn to go back or forward. Time is either on our side or working against us. Time is a luxury, but it’s also free. And, sadly, some people waste time.
Regardless, like the sands through an hour glass, these are the days of our lives. Time stops for no one.
It especially doesn’t stop for a busy author trying to finish her second book while promoting her first. I’m embarrassed that Pardon Falls isn’t out yet. Maybe it’s a rookie mistake to think that I could meet my original, self-imposed deadline. Or, maybe it’s my muse’s way of showing me I’m not really in control.
Whatever my excuse du jour is, it stops here.
Starting this weekend, finishing Pardon Falls becomes my number one priority. Ahead of that barbecue trip, or music festival or shopping trip (sorry friends! I still love you dearly). I have to take back control of my time.
Luckily, I don’t think I need that much time. I have just a few more chapters to finish editing before I let my publisher take a peek. Then, I’ll bring PF with me to the West Texas A&M Writer’s Academy in a few weeks for a much-anticipated
butt-kicking editing class. All that to say I’m getting close. Whew.
Alright, enough wasting time blogging. I need to get back to work.