I haven’t blogged about writing in awhile. I probably owe the world a report on what I’m writing these days. There might be someone out there who is an even less world-famous author than I am, someone one rung farther down on the literary ladder, who reads my blog thinking, “What is the life of a Real Published Author like?” For this person, if he/she exists, I feel duty bound to report from time to time on the state of The Writing Life around these parts.
Sadly, there’s not a lot to report. In theory, teaching should be the ideal career for a writer because even if teaching saps a lot of my energy and creativity during the school year, I have all summer off in which to be massively productive. That’s the theory.
The reality? Well, yes, I do have a lot of free time over the summer. And despite the time I spend hanging out with my kids, taking them to the pool and the playground, etc., I do still have plenty of time that I could be writing, but … well, I got a score of 1.5 million on Bookworm the other day … does that tell you anything about how productive I am being?
I have two freelance projects to complete before we go on vacation at the end of July, and my main project for the summer is supposed to be getting a draft of the Philippi novel ready to submit to Review and Herald in the fall. I did manage to move a little bit forward on the freelance work while the kids were at Vacation Bible School during the mornings this week, and one morning Tina and I met for a write-in at Chapters where I got a teensy bit of work done on the novel. Other than that … well, racking up the massive Bookworm scores, surfing the web, and re-reading all the Harry Potter books in preparation for the release of the final book next week … yes, those have been my literary accomplishments.
I’m hoping a burst of afflatus (no, that’s not like flatulence; look it up!) will descend upon me in the next week and a half so I get a powerful lot of writing done before shifting into Serious Vacation Mode. But the fact is, though I’m still sleeping in my own bed, I am already in vacation mode: my brain is simply not geared up to work during the summer. Which doesn’t fit too well with the theory about why teaching is such a great career for writers.
Maybe it’s just me. But one thing I’ve noticed about this Writing Life … most writers I know seem to spend an inordinate amount of time at two activities:
1. Not writing, and
2. Beating themselves up about not writing.
But man, are we good at Bookworm!!