Yesterday we celebrated our fourth and final Christmas, so today the tree and maybe the other Christmas decorations are going to come down. Amazing how quickly I get tired of looking at all the snowmen and santas.
When I posted that lightening quick update on Wednesday, I was pretty proud of myself for getting that much done in those few short days. Unfortunately I haven’t done much since then. I am going to blame it on the family coming over yesterday and my need to clean the house all day Friday.
Here’s how my weekly goals panned out:
1) Write 500 words on the second memoir – done, actually wrote 1,644 words.
2) Blog twice here and three times on the Dino Chronicles – done
3) Promote my books on social media two times - nope
4) Update Gofundme campaign for the nonprofit’s trip to Kenya in the spring - yep
5) Update the nonprofit’s website – well, not actually as I am now waiting for my daughter to get it together, but she did ask me for an updated biography and picture of myself for her to post on the website, so I did do that. I think I will say done.
6) Write the letters to donors from 2015 for income tax purposes – nope
Way back in around 1994 I started writing a story and for some reason it has come back into my head. The working title is “No Body Found”.
One night, when I was still married to my first husband, we went out to eat and were taking backroads home when we came upon a car accident. The car had swerved off the road and was hanging over a rushing river – it was spring so all the streams and rivers were swollen with snow run-off. The driver’s door was open and it would appear that the driver had been thrown through the door and into the river. Luckily three or four squad cars and other emergency vehicles were already there, so there was nothing we could do. The next morning the local radio station reported the accident, saying that “no body had been found at the scene”. The driver however, was later found at home, safe and sound and sleeping off a drunk. The picture of that car inspired a whole different story for me.
Last night I pulled the file out of my writer’s file cabinet. It is 60 hand-written pages, and another file of character bios and a detailed map of the town and surrounding area where they all live. I may start typing it up and see what happens. Because having two books already written which need editing, 4,398 words written on my second memoir, and notes in another file for a second novel is not enough on my plate. Argh. What is wrong with me?
I don’t know, but I’m not going to think about it. I’m also not going to repost my goals for the week, as I am going to keep them the same, with the addition of starting to type up “No Body Found”. All I can say is that for once I have a title for the latest project.
Do you find yourself with too many goals to handle? And end up not accomplishing any? Or are you able to juggle a litany of projects?