In my last post, I said that I wanted to write an entire novel in the month of July. I’d start working early in the morning and finish my work by noon. Then the rest of my day would be free to work with Grace, to work on freelance writing, and to catch up on television shows I’ve been neglecting. It would pretty much be a month-long experiment to experience what life would be like as a full-time writer. And I couldn’t wait for it to begin.
But the best laid plans often go awry.
I work full time in an office as a temp. This job should have only been eight to ten weeks, but my boss just kept asking me to stay for another month and then another. Friday afternoon, she asked me to stay until August 2nd. I didn’t have a choice in the situation. Five extra weeks means more money in my bank account. So I said yes.
The lack of a completely stable income at the moment makes me less likely to take risks and walk away from a regular paycheck. I also have to consider my plans of returning to school this fall to become a dog trainer, and I have to consider the cost of a second dog along with the vet bills for Grace. Money matters a heck of a lot more than I’d like.
This change of plans doesn’t mean I’m not going to take the Camp NaNo challenge; I’ll just be writing less. Instead of 75,000-80,000 words, I’ll reach for 50,000. And I’ll still be doing a short blog post daily. Then I’ll soldier on into August and finish the novel then.
The result will be the same. My novel will be complete, and I will be able to revise it by December to have a polished story to submit to agents and publishers by next spring. That’s all that’s important.