{"id":2518,"date":"2007-05-12T04:30:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-12T04:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2518"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:26:31","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:26:31","slug":"reality-check","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2518","title":{"rendered":"Reality Check"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>All right.<br \/>I have given up.<\/p>\n<p>No. Not on life, writing, or even this particular novel. No, I&#8217;ve just given up on the idea that &#8220;two more chapters is going to get it.&#8221; Really. This is getting ridiculous.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been &#8220;two more chapter&#8221;-ing myself for two weeks, and have blown past my self-imposed deadlines now &#8212; twice. Meanwhile, I keep putting things off until &#8220;two more chapters,&#8221; and everything &#8211; including me &#8211; has suffered. When was the last time I got outside for a hike? Mac is a bit cranky and lonely, I&#8217;ve JUST NOW read the \u00fcber exciting news that fellow-sufferer <a href=\"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/post-create.g?blogID=10890387\" com=\"\" 2007=\"\" 05=\"\" html=\"\" target=\"_\" blank=\"\">Eve of the DiscoM&#8217;s<\/a> has finished her revision, and that artist-turned-dancer-turned-AUTHOR, <a href=\"http:\/\/devast.blogspot.com\/2007\/05\/happy-dance.html\" target=\"_\" blank=\"\">Devas T.<\/a> has just been accepted for publication from Lee &#038; Low. Great things are happening to people, people are discussing great books (by the way &#8211; this is a heads up to check out the interview with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/%20http:\/\/teenfiction.suite101.com\/article.cfm\/ya_author_laura_bowers\" target=\"_\" blank=\"\">Laura Bowers<\/a> on her <i>Beauty Shop for Rent<\/i> novel, which is also getting a lot of great buzz, and which I&#8217;m aching to read! And oh! Don&#8217;t miss picking up <a href=\"http:\/\/fusenumber8.blogspot.com\/2007\/05\/review-of-day-good-masters-sweet-ladies.html\" target= _blank><i>Good Masters, Sweet Ladies<\/i><\/a> when it comes out &#8212; what an awesome resource for a classroom or just a great get-you-in-the-mood book to help you finish {ahem!} that medieval novel!), and I&#8217;m saying &#8220;two more chapters&#8221; an<a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/www.window.state.tx.us\/txinnovator\/ti0212\/hollerinpills.gif\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 219px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.window.state.tx.us\/txinnovator\/ti0212\/hollerinpills.gif\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>d creating this weirdly anxiety producing state of must-finish-this-second.<\/p>\n<p>So. I&#8217;m going to try and relax before my vitamins start talking to me, and we haul me to the Funny Farm where the pills really chatter. I get like this &#8212; poor AF and poor Mac knows &#8212; EVERY SINGLE TIME the end of the book is nigh and I feel like I&#8217;m not finding my way through it as fast as I should. At times like these, relationships go up in flames like dry tinder, and I&#8217;m just infuriated with everybody (READ: myself), and I have this awful sense of &#8230;lack. That is, if I don&#8217;t finish this, if I don&#8217;t have this &#8220;out there&#8221; and being circulated and being worked on, if I&#8217;m not working on at least three manuscripts at once, then I&#8217;m not serious, I don&#8217;t work hard enough, etc. ad nauseum, ad infinitum and ad schizophrenium. Not even my agent &#8212; who did ask me about going over something when he got back from Bologna &#8212; wants to hear from me right now, and I&#8217;m pretty sure we wore rather thin with each other the last time I was &#8220;almost done&#8221; with something. So. This is my reality check. This is my yoga breathing. This is me, trying for balance, promising myself that the world won&#8217;t implode if I can&#8217;t find the right words this minute to turn the tide of my story arc; that the sun will still rise if I let this go and read the paper tonight.<\/p>\n<p>So, how have the rest of you all been whilst I&#8217;ve been happily spiraling into insanity?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All right.I have given up. No. Not on life, writing, or even this particular novel. 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