When November and December rolled around during my first year of writing, I was going through a minor writer’s block, so it was the perfect time to take a break. The second year, I decided that I didn’t want to be stressed out and decided to take another writing vacation. This year, my third, I wasn’t messing around. I was going to work. There was no reason I shouldn’t be able to achieve some sort of writing. Maybe I wouldn’t work full days, but I wasn’t going to slack off either.
Oh the lies we choose to believe.
I worked the first two weeks in November – no problem. Second half was jammed with family and food…not that I’m complaining. And then there was December.
It’s official. December is a no writing month at this point in my career, and I don’t feel bad about it. The holidays are hectic enough as it is. I’m still editing. I don’t have an agent or publisher yet, so deadlines don’t need to be apart of my life right now. When the time comes, I will do what needs to be done. Christmas is a time to spend with family and create memories. There’s no need to make it harder on myself and my family. Holidays should feel like holidays.