For those of you who followed my Great Writers Challenge, I wanted to give you the latest update.
After pushing myself so hard for the past month, I took a much-needed vacation with my son Jake to Georgia last week. I brought my laptop with me but mostly I used it to check emails, read the blogs I follow and play on Pinterest. I slept in to the late hour of 8:30am and one day, I think I woke up at 9am. With the Writers Challenge, I put myself on a strict early morning wake-up diet to get at least an hour of writing done every day. So 8:30am is my new definition of sleeping in.
I had these dreamy visions of being away from work and all the crap I have to do at home. I thought I’d have all this time to write and be able to concentrate on my 12-week online course. But that’s not the reality I live in.
I spent a week in a hotel room with an 8-year old boy who wanted to watch every episode of SpongeBob, The Regular Show and Johnny Test he could find on the TV. Usually when he watches his programs, I’m upstairs in my home office and away from the noise. No such luck for my Hemingway writing dreams.
I’m still in the same place with writing my 12-week course as I was when the challenge ended. So with all that extra time on my hands, I just gave up on my writing and hung out with Jake. We spent a lot of time visiting family and friends, hanging by the pool and roadtripping around that part of the state.
The other update I wanted to share was from the Day 9 Challenge: Connect and the challenge is … Find a potential fan, friend, and patron (one of each) and reach out to them.
During the challenge, I put my fear in check and reached out to one of the A-list bloggers I follow. We had an exchange in the commenting section of one his posts which led me to start a conversation about the 12-week course I’m working on. I took a deep breath and typed, ‘would you be able to talk so I can get your thoughts on this marketing program?’
While I was out on vacation, he responded back to see if I could talk then. For some weird reason, I didn’t say yes but pushed him back until when I got back from our trip. Then my head started spinning. What do I say? What do I talk about? What do I wear?
And then my excuses started coming up:
Even if I wanted to call my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me – I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. <How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)>
And now it’s time to jump back into the water and start swimming again! I know I can pull myself together and schedule the call with the A-lister. I mean, he’s been in the same place I’m in now and I’m sure he’ll have some great advice to help me. Most likely, I’m making more of this then it has to be.
Tomorrow I’ll start waking up early again to do my morning writing. My new goal is to get everything done and launched after Labor Day weekend.
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