Progress, progress, progress

The rest of my life might be on fire, but I’m 70k words through editing my dark romantasy novel and it feels like I might actually be getting somewhere.

I’m very all or nothing when it comes to, well, literally anything unfortunately. Especially writing. I find it very hard to switch back and forth between the fantasy world I’ve created and real life and, as such, it generally takes me at least an hour to get properly back into the zone every time I sit back at my laptop.
One of my main problems has always been treating my fiction writing like a job and giving it the focus and attention it needs on a daily basis. Instead, I’m perpetually distracted by the washing, sorting out my make up drawer, what we’re having for dinner, whether or not I remembered to pop a toy in the small’s bag for Toy History Week, etc etc. Then there’s the necessary breaks for coffee and 47 biscuits, and it’s suddenly time to do the school run again.
I’ve been trying really hard to prioritise my editing over the last few weeks and have been surprised that I’ve been successful for the most part. I even took a print out of my manuscript when I went away for the night last week, which meant I got to feel all fancy in a hotel lounge with a glass of Champagne while I made questionable edits; highly recommend. The downside is that everything else has fallen by the wayside. My washing pile is essentially Mount Everest, the house is a mess, I keep forgetting appointments, I haven’t organised 1000 things I should have and I’m eating Bran Flakes for lunch because I’ve forgotten what food is.

And to top it off, although progress is being made, I’m stepping into Supreme Self Doubt and having to sit on my hands in order not to stop myself from deleting the whole manuscript. Why is it that when you’re nearly through, millions of ideas that would work brilliantly in already story-edited (yes, that’s grammatically correct, I’ve decided and I won’t be taking further opinions on this) Chapters 1-5. My notes are getting increasingly unhinged.

If you’ve got this far and you’re wondering what the point of this post is, I can’t help you, sorry. I’ll be the last to know what’s going on around here. Oh well, guess it’s time to eat more biscuits and make another coffee.