Recently a writer friend asked me whether I had set a deadline for my revision/conversion of Ms. Dee Ann into Murder in Narrow Creek. “Do you plan to be finished by fall?” she inquired.
The question caught me a little off guard. “No, I don’t really have a schedule,” I replied. “I just write like crazy every chance I get.”
I could have gone on to explain that it’s summertime and my grandchildren are out of school and I want to hang out with them at the pool. And it’s summertime and I plan to go to the beach as much as possible. And it’s summertime and there’s a member-guest golf tournament that my husband plays in that involves weekend guests and parties for the spouses. I could go on, but you get the idea.
I don’t want to live a life of seclusion. I don’t want to give up the fun. And I especially don’t want to miss the magical moments in my grandchildren’s lives. As I learned with my own, kids aren’t kids very long.
So on good days I squeeze in two to three hours of writing, usually in the morning when my mind is clearer and not yet fried by all the small aggravations and responsibilities of the day.
And when I don’t have time to sit at my desktop, I improvise. I’ve revised while riding in the car on the way to the beach or sitting by the pool while a grandchild is involved in swim team practice.
Eventually, Ms. Dee Ann will become Murder in Narrow Creek. A sentence here, a sentence there, every chance I get.