Friday, really?

How did it get to be Friday?  I mean really, how?  I remember Monday, Tuesday, but where did the rest of the week go?  When a week comes and goes like this, and at the end of it I have accomplished not even a fraction of what I wanted to, well, it leaves me somewhat cranky and disappointed.  So what’s a now slightly cranky, frustrated woman to do?  Reorganize, and start over again next week.

On the upside of my freakishly fast week, I came up for a possible idea for my third novel.  Well, my dream came up with it for me.  But it was my brain that produced the dream, so I’m still going to take credit for it!

I’ve heard many writers say they come up with a large portion of their ideas from dreams, but that has never been an avenue that’s worked out for me.  Once I had an amazing dream, filled with the purest detail a writer can hope for.  I had three pages of notes just from the dream itself.  But much to my dismay, my vivid, fabulous dream induced idea is not my genre.  Nor is it one I could ever successfully jump into, or even want to.  Aside from that, my dreams are typically plum disturbing, or I wake up thinking “What the hell was that?”

But this dream from the other night, well, now there’s an idea I can hold onto!  It’s tempting of course to flesh it out a bit, delve a little deeper into what I can really do with this idea.  But I already have a book that’s waiting for me to finish it.  If I listen real close, I can almost hear the characters cursing at me for taking so long…wait, I think one just flipped me the bird.  It must be Sam, she has no patience at all.

So I suppose this little nugget of sleepy wonder has given me two things; an idea, and a swift kick in the ass to finish Reinventing Claire.  If I have any hope of reaching my publication goal, I really need that swift kick. 

At the close of this week, my to-do list is relatively unchanged.  But if I have gained anything, like churning out at least one of the three blog posts I wanted to do, or coming up with a solid idea for my next book…I’ll take it.  I like to push myself, have and reach goals.  But I’ve also learned that sometimes, just sometimes, you need to give yourself a little wiggle room, and remember that you can’t always achieve what you set out to do in a week…that’s why God gives you another week, and another.  So this week I check off one blog post, one novel idea, and a very shallow attempt at marketing Love Unfinished.  Next week, I’m going to kick some to-do list ass…