What's right on schedule? Why, my annual fall resolution to focus on book writing to the exclusion of all else.
If you're a client of mine reading this, not to worry. It's a phase. It will pass. It's just that every November, like clockwork, I decide that client work is a distraction from what I really want to be doing and I can't possibly be expected to work and write a novel. (And train for marathons, and have coffee with friends, and pet the cats, and cook whole, natural foods, and become a P90-X badass, and everything else I make time for in life. Of all those, the only thing that makes sense to dump is anything income-producing.)
I'm sure I'll indulge the whim, as I do every year. Truthfully, I enjoy the winter months when I huddle inside my house and do some honest-to-God actual writing. But by early spring, I miss interacting with others, I miss being accountable to a deadline, and oh yes, I miss the money. So back to work I go.
I'm in the middle of a few projects but all but one should wrap up well before the end of the year. Ironically, year's end is when I'm most sought after. Try to drum up some business in June and it's like the Sahara. But come November, people love me.
Which serves to make me feel ever so artistic when I turn down these projects explaining, "I'm taking time to focus on my craft." (I don't really say that. I think there's a rule you have to have a best-seller under your belt before you can make self-serving comments like that.) But I do think I do more writing in the winter months because in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "You turned down work for this. Now sit your butt in a chair and write."
After this blog, I'm going to draft a series of articles for the News & Record, then work on a couple of press releases.
But next month, I'm all about the novel writing, baby. If you have a writing project, keep your money. I'm not interested. Why? Because I'm an artist.
*But please check back with me in June.