Michelle posted in Writing @ 5:42 pm | Permalink | 5 Comments | Viewed 2938 times
You do more juggling than you’d think…
One thing I’ve found interesting about how my writing life has changed since I sold my first book, is the amount of juggling you have to do. I’ll be in the midst of working on one book when copyedits for another will come in. It’s an interesting experience ripping your head out of one story and trying to recall what exactly you were trying to do in book #1. Then you start to panic because book #3 isn’t written yet 
and it’s due in MAY, but revisions on book #2 come in and you have to stop writing to fix those. Then back to book #3. I just know copyedits will be coming in the next month. It’s a constant state of juggling. But at the same time, I’m so grateful to be able to do this. 
Having someone pay you to write is like having someone pay you to eat chocolate brownie sundaes. It’s every bit as good as you thought it would be.
The downside is, there are times when blogging takes a hit. I am reading, but just not getting to respond as often as I’d like.
Today, I was almost busted by the YMCA. Yes, I tried to register my 2-year-old daughter (who will be turning 3 in a few weeks) for a 3-year-old beginner swimming class. The child thinks she can walk on water. Last week she was cannonballing over the side of the pool (with a float belt, I might add, lest you think I am that insane). She truly believes she can swim and LOVES it. 
So I thought, hey, she’s almost 3. She’s having her birthday within the swim session. They’ll never check.
Um, they checked. I got the big hairy eyeball from the coordinator and had to do some hasty ’splaining. Yes, she’s toilet trained. Yes, she’s turning 3. At last, I convinced her to give it a shot. When I got home and told my daughter she was going to start swimming lessons in a few weeks, she had the biggest smile on her face. Then she yelled to her brother, “I’m going to go to swimming! Isn’t that SO COOL?” (yes, from the mouth of a two-year-old). And she proceeded to bounce with joy on my bed.
So maybe they caught me. But it was worth it to see the smile on her face.
