We are in the middle of trying to get our 3 year old to go to bed. Time was, she would go to sleep no problem. Sleep 12 hours. Wake up at 8 or 8:30. The best part is I am hoping to go to bed early so I can shuttle my mom to the airport in the AM. 3:45 AM. This will probably be the night our cat can’t decide if he wants to be in or out and meows at the sliding door regardless of which side he is on. But you know what? It ain’t so bad.
Today is an off day for writing, but tomorrow I’ll be back in the saddle again, continuing work on my first novel. I’ve been at it since early April and am at the 45,000 word mark, whatever that’s worth. I’ve enjoyed the hell out the good days and haven’t minded the bad days all that much. At least I get to write. My goal is to have the first draft (~100k words) done by Labor Day, which is late this year, so that’s a bonus. Then I’ll have my wife give it the once over while I ignore it for a bit and get started on something new. Once I’m ready to look at it again and talk it over with my wife, I’ll pound out the second revision and send it to a handful of folks who’ve expressed an interest and aren’t homers. That is, of course, so long as the first draft doesn’t blow chunks and I hang it up altogether.
I seem to remember a saying about trying and failing being better than not trying at all. Sure. Why not.