I'm going nuts. I have three books going at once, all have strict deadlines and I'm supposed to be doing final-line edits on one of them right now instead of blogging.
Writing three books at once is like driving three cars across country. I'm constantly stopping to jump out of one and run back for the other two. Progress is being made but it ain't easy.
The good news is I've arrived at a desperate enough place that it seems like a good idea to let my inner rebellious teenager run the show while I work.
That's right I'm allowing my inner teen to make the day to day decisions about all the little things that don't really matter. If she wants to paint our toe nails blue-black and add blue glitter I let her do it.
If I don't feel like making dinner because I can't stop, she makes healthy snacks and calls it dinner without complaining. My inner teen is a crazed rock-n roller and insists we play guitar heavy music while we work and indulge in crushes on rock stars. She actually surprised by me by introducing me to gritty industrial goth rock and we found out that worked too. I think she's become obsessed with Trent Reznor and she's determined to pull me in too. She has all the energy in the world and is still naive enough to believe it will all work out for the best.
(Shush don't tell her...)
My actual teen years were no utopia. They were hard but I do remember how good it felt to approach new or challenging situations without expectations. Back then I was open minded, optimistic and genuinely curious. I was always ready to give 100% to what I did without any guarantees. That's the part of me I want back. The part that gets excited and says yes to adventure without talking herself out of it of a little harmless fun.
Is there anything from your past that is asking to be part of your present again?