Ugh. I totally need a residency. I work most of the week, and my job leaves me exhausted most evenings. It’s an all consuming sort of job (having nothing to do with writing), and I like it…but it’s pretty difficult to disengage and then switch gears. So my writing suffers. And my house is not the best setting for writing, what with two needy and very charming wiener dogs, a husband who always tempts me with fun outings and activities, a kazillion televisions and tivo and many other distractions.
It’s November. Thousands of writers (maybe tens of thousands? how many are out there now) are hard at work on their novels via NaNoWriMo. That’s not my thing, but I cheer you on, well aware of my plodding progress.
Tayari Jones suggested NaFiWriNoMo, National Finish Writing Novel Month–and I was so tempted to join. I sure as hell do need to make more progress on my novel.
But instead–I think I’ll just complain. 😉
I gotta figure this out and buckle down.
And in the interim, I’ll wait, nervously twiddling my fingers, awaiting responses from writing residencies. My friend and then her friend received rejections from MacDowell already–I checked my mail today: nothing. I’m on the West Coast, they’re on the East Coast, I imagine an additional day or two might be needed for a response to travel to me. “Maybe acceptances come later!” my friend suggested. One can hope, but I’m not a Famous Writer and so my chances are very very slim.
But even if I’m not offered a residency, I’m going to carve out two weeks to write, somewhere away from my house.
Like I said, I’ve got to make some progress.