My son has been unwell on and off since November. My life has been a series of sleepless nights which more often leaves me almost incapacitated by persistent headaches. Not to mention the crippling worry it all comes with which is a massive hindrance to anyone's creativity and imagination. I guess I’m lucky in a way because he -unbelievably- gets better when my energy begins to dry out and my body feels like giving up.
When do I get to do my writing in between visits to hospitals, school appointments and emergencies? I don’t know. You might have noticed the lack of posts from December to January on my old blog, Conversations with Self. Sometimes it feels like I’m going nowhere. That I am never going to finish anything. Nothing will ever get done.
This happens very often. My life is like a roller coaster, a series of ups and downs with my writing. There are days when I lose hope…tell myself to just forget it.
And something happens.
An inspiration comes unexpectedly so that I am writing for hours while my son is fast asleep – with no seizures. That doesn’t happen very often but when it does, it gives me just a tiny sparkle of hope.
My current work-in-progress is nearly 20k words. I’m working on my second middle grade novel which requires 40-45k words, so I need to write approximately 20 to 25K more. I’m halfway. Almost there. And I can see a little bit of the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s still very faint but it’s there.
I can do this.
Do you feel like you are not going to finish your manuscript sometimes?
And when you finally do....ahhhhhh! Must be heaven.