Change has come to stalk the Wicked household, or more specifically, for Wicked herself. It’s a good thing she has three books out this year, because getting two more out next year is going to test her time management skills. And here’s why…after many, many, many (add thirteen more) years of being blessed with a telecommuting position, Wicked has decided to take a newly opened path of gainful employment. Not that she strayed far from her original path, just laddered up to the parent employer and new challenges. Including the one where she has to dress like an adult and leave the house to pursue said challenges.
What this means, is now for an hour, one-way, Wicked and her brand-spanking new filly, must brave the crowded roadways, dodging carts and overdrawn carriages (no, that’s not a mis-spelling), stop at the new giver of pay’s offices, toil away for a set number of hours, re-brave the clogged travel arteries, and then kick off the torturous devices known as “heels”. While on one hand, this is wonderful, on the other it meant re-organizing a writer’s schedule.
Most writers hold day jobs while they craft their art. It’s not easy and something always has to be sacrificed (sleep, time,
chocolate, homemade dinners, handcrafted gifts). In this case, it meant the every other week meeting of like minds of the Evil 7’s critique group. A decision not easily made, mind you. After seven years with the Evil 7, I must take a reluctant step back.
There is no magical potion to imbue when trying to balance work, family, and writing, it comes down to your personal goals/needs. While I am behind on my writing counts for the last month due to all the upheaval, my overall plan has not changed.
One book from each series each year. That won’t change because I am a writer and this is something I’m willing to sacrifice for, to keep to.
While I’m uncertain how well my plans will be carried out, I’m determined to make it work. So it’s:
Monday through Fridays, get up, get the Prankster Duo out and Knight out and running, then gallop away.
Fulfill my contractual obligations for my pot of gold at the end of working person’s rainbow.
Come home, touch base, check in, ride herd over the three males and one fur rug.
When everyone’s settled in fighting off ogres, snipers and various other individuals of coded fame, I shall plant my butt in chair and pound out words of fancy while they battle in the background.
Saturdays shall become days of Writer Biz–marketing, blogs, and various sundry items that come with being a writer.
Sundays are mine–for family or writing or both, they are all mine.
So if I seem a bit quiet, don’t worry, I’m still here, just a tad busy settling into my well laid plans, and you can keep up with me at www.jamigray.com where my personal blog is updated each Wednesday. I’ll keep you posted on just how well it works out though. Maybe I’ll be able to give up the 8-5 to peddle my own magic formula.