April Wrap-Up (With Baby Pics)

Reading and Writing Wrap Up

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Late season snow leaves us all a little confused
  • Books read this month: Mouse and the Motorcycle series with the kiddos)
  • Best reasons to stay inside and read this month: TERRIBLE WEATHER! I don’t know where all of you are located, but we had snow all the way until the third week of April this month!
  • Best of the monthThe Hearts Invisible Furies without a doubt. In fact, it’s one of the best books I’ve read this year so far. I think it might be one of those books I can’t bear to reread because of how tenderly it hit me the first time, but we’ll see.
  • Books in progress:  3. I’m so close to upping my reading figure, but I’ll be honest. It was a busy month!
  • Revision work done this month on the WIP: some good progress, but not quite to draft 2 yet! I’m trying to get things polished enough to send a draft of this retelling rom-com to my beta readers, but it’s taking a little more time than I anticipated. It’s tricky to get in the mood to revise something light. Now that my school year is finished and I’m on leave all summer, hopefully I can turn to finishing it

Life Wrap Up (aka, why I got so little done this month)

  • Hours of prep work done to prepare for maternity leave, just in case: 50+
  • Baby pajamas washed and ooh-ed over: 12
  • Freezer meals prepped: 10
  • Days of pre-labor that sent me to the hospital twice: 5
  • Most miles walked in one day to try and convince baby to come out: 7
  • Pounds of perfection, finally here: 6 1/2IMG_0375

 

Editing and Training

I built a box around myself at around age fourteen that said, “Not an Athlete.” I didn’t look like the athletes I saw around me. I didn’t have thigh gap. I couldn’t run a mile without panting. I was the girl who got the gym class exemption in high school, opting out of phys ed and taking tap dance at my local studio instead. I was the oldest tapper in the class by at least six years.

Now, long out of high school, I am training for my first 10k. Something about my mid-twenties taught me to endure and break through road blocks, both in running and writing. As I revise my novel and work toward 6.2 miles, I’m seeing similarities.

Mostly, the main thing I’m learning is persistence. Writing the first draft (and even the first few rounds of edits) were fun most days. The thrill of discovery, the runner’s high after coming over the top of the hill for the first time. Revising, though, really revising feels like waking on those mornings that are already too hot, when lacing up your shoes already makes you sweat.

But still, you run. You do your run because otherwise, you can’t run further. You do your revisions because otherwise, your project stops. Those characters roll over in bed and say they’ll just skip it today.

Today I ran on the country roads around my house, past cows and cornfields. The tree canopy winks light down on me. The gravel kicks up backwards as I run and I think, I’m not sleeping right now. I’m getting better. And then I went home, showered, and got back to the page where my characters and all of their flaws were waiting to be sharpened.