The good news is that Samson is the cutest puppy ever. He’s smart and affectionate and hilarious. Our family loves him and I’m sure he’ll grow up to be a great dog.
The bad news is that I’m sleep-deprived and cranky. My work schedule is shattered and my productivity has tanked.
I’ve been through worse, of course; I have twins! I know this is temporary. It’ll get better once Samson is housetrained and sleeping through the night. At the moment, though, I’m mired in frustration. All my carefully-established routines are out the window.
I’m trying to stay positive. I am getting some writing done everyday, so the novel is moving forward. I’ve been revising a short story for an upcoming contest. I also got an incredibly positive rejection letter for one of my older stories; the editor gave me specific feedback on the piece, signing off: “Best of luck with your writing, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble publishing your work elsewhere.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s that I need to be more flexible. I need to accept that all my writing schedules and outlines and goals represent an idealized version of my time, an attempt to structure my inherently unpredictable, messy life.
For years, I kept this quote above my desk, and maybe it’s time to print it out again:
“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.”