The good news is that I had my baby on March 5, and she is thriving! I love her so much, and she inspires me every day to be a better human being. My son does too, but there is something about nurturing an infant that pulls at your core as a human being. So, life is wonderful, cliché as that may be.
However, the poor book still needs to be finished. In fact, I haven’t touched it in a long time. Still, I keep in touch with the editor, but he needs to see the darned manuscript.
Since I have not been writing, in these months, where I have little time, I have relearned how to immerse myself in life. To really experience life in a way that is rich. When I eat, I uber-enjoy my food. When I go to a new place, I soak in the whole experience. When I talk to people, I try to be fully present. What is more, I am writing, though not creative writing.
I make it a point to write thoughtful comments on my students' work, which is not to say that I wasn’t before. I am trying to give eloquent feedback, and I daresay, feedback I would appreciate both as a student and a writer.
I also realize that I need to follow my own advice and edit and revise what I write, even short comments to others. I hoping these small habits will translate into larger habits.
This month, I have a goal of adding ten daily minutes of writing on my book and when I can’t write, to really immerse myself in the short stories I have written. I need to live with my characters again, so I can give them more depth and humanity.
I consider all of this internal research. I am also reading fiction again and paying attention to well crafted words.
We will see what I can pull together, but I am more than optimistic. Nevertheless, I don’t want to set a date goal for finalizing the full draft, but a process goal. Besides, I am only really racing against myself.