After “losing” NaNoWriMo last month and opening my laptop every morning only to continue to fail to write, I’m accepting defeat.
I’m in my ninth month of pregnancy. The holidays and the usual family dysfunction is already beginning. I have a very active three year old who doesn’t accept my physical limitations. I have a huge baby that will be making his arrival at any moment. I’m emotionally, physically, creatively and spiritually tapped out. I’m running on empty. It’s an effort to just put my socks on in the morning; I’m just not capable of creating my best work at the moment.
And you know what? That’s totally FINE. I’m giving myself a break. My goal list, my time lines, my lists and lists of things that I want to do and need to do are just going to have to wait for a little while. If I was sick with a chronic illness or I was swamped at the day job or my house burned down, I would also have to let go of some things.
I didn’t write 50,000 words in November. For the sake of transparency, I haven’t written any new words on that manuscript since November 19, 2015. Yet, I wrote over 17,000 words on a manuscript that I really love with characters that I really enjoy. The story will still be there in a few weeks when I’m ready. The characters are frozen in time on the page until I pick it up.
Be kind to yourselves, folks. The holidays and the end of the year rush can kill us if we aren’t careful. It’s okay to walk away and come back when you are ready. The manuscript can wait a few weeks. It can wait until you feel better, until your brain doesn’t feel like mush and your body feels stronger.
So, take care of yourselves. Hug your family. Drink some eggnog. And set yourself up for a killer 2016. It’s okay to forgive yourself, wipe the slate clean and start anew.