Stuck in the Middle--Don't mind the Dust. Still reworking the blog.
I'm in the middle of remodeling my son's room.
|Both walls--paper free.|
But I'm not done. I still have all the painting, which is much easier except for the masking, but I keep telling myself I can handle that. Just breathe, Shantal. This, too, shall pass. And none too soon!
|Close-up of all that sanding:(|
|I wish I could remember why I chose that horrible orange/mustardy color.|
Now, I'm not so sure. My teenage boys are busy with their friends and trying to make the most of their summer without me planning anything just yet, and I just feel stuck . . . and alone. Mostly, it's made me wonder. Do I really have a life outside of my family, the house we live in, and the yard I slave in?
I'd like to think I do. I'm a writer. I've published a book about six months ago. Presently, it's an e-reader on Amazon and Barnes and Noble, and I am trying desperately to get it in paperback form for places like Costco. I think it has the potential to sell nicely in that forum, especially in Utah. I'm also working on another book that's been stirring in my mind for several years. It has a great beginning, an awesome ending, but I'm definitely stuck in the middle. For the life of me, I can't figure out how to make this story move forward in a way that will meet up with its most outstanding ending. Most of the writing workshops I've attended and writing blogs I browse always say to write your ending first and then you have direction, but it's just not happening. The sad thing is, I don't even have the time to open up the files and think about what could happen in my story. I'm either stripping (wallpaper), patching, sanding, or painting. And then I'm just plum tuckered out. I can't think.
Help! When you're working on projects, do you feel the need to plow through and just "git 'er done" as quickly as possible? Or do you take your time and do other more pleasant things in between the ugly jobs? I'm pulling my hair out here.