Last weekend’s book festival was, well, slow. Not a whole lot of people. I think the children’s book authors did the best. I sold less than a handful of books. Another author friend didn’t sell any. Another sold ten. Two years ago I sold twelve books at the same event. I get it; fewer people = fewer potential sales.
One thing I did determine is I really need to finish book 2. I need something new to add to my display. It seems, however, my focus has been scattered among the weeds: homework(!)–we’re doing a group project now, work, what to do with so many tomatoes (but hubs made bacon, so BLTs!!), morning or evening runs/walks, Sisters in Crime stuff, writing, critiques, my daughter’s choices, cleaning…
It’s like my brain is some sort of air popper and I can’t catch and hold onto anything. Focus is an elusive creature these days, and it frustrates me. When I started my new job and shifted my working hours closer to business hours (7:30a to 4:30p as opposed to 4am to noon), my plan was to use those hours before work in the morning to write, and maybe catch up on stuff like that email account I haven’t gone into for weeks.
What happened? The biggest thing is I’m not getting up at 3:30am like I had been. When I do get up (usually around 5-5:30a), I’m the only one awake, and I find I just want to enjoy the quiet. I also find that when I hit snags in my revision I tend to do a lot of staring at the page. Staring is not writing.
NaNoWriMo is three weeks away. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to work on, but I’m looking forward to the reinforcement for rebuilding my writing habits. I’m even thinking of trying the Pomodoro technique: focus on nothing but writing for 20 minutes, take a five minute break, then another 20 minute session, rinse and repeat.
Hope you all are enjoying the great fall weather we’re having. I know here in MN it’s unseasonably warm, ten degrees warmer than usual. It’s great for being outside. As someone said, we are getting a nice fall this year as opposed to a sudden shift from summer to winter.
My Muse is giving me the stink-eye. I’d better get back to finding my focus.