First off, thank you for helping me make the release day for Executive Seduction a success! I’ve picked the winners and emailed them so congratulations to all who helped me spread the word!
I thought it would be fun to take a break from announcements and share some secrets with you.
When I tell people I’m a full-time writer, I get various reactions. Most are impressed. The career seems quite glamorous, and I get lots of questions regarding my office, how I get my ideas, how many hours I write, and how many books I publish.
Many give a dreamy sigh. “I wish I had the time to write a book,” they murmur. “I have this great idea. Maybe it’s time I get published too.”
Umm, dude, it took me twenty years to make a living out of this.
“Isn’t it wonderful to work from home and have so much time for your children and house?”
Umm, dudette, my house is a pigsty, and I never see my children anymore.
But back to my original intention of this post. I want to share some inside information behind the screen of the glamorous writer. It’s a term we know well in our career. It’s a term we fear and dread and if you say it, it’s worse than a curse word or the devil and encompasses every monster hidden in our mental closet.
A deadline is an actual date you must deliver our manuscript to your editor. My kids know the term editor very well, too. They whisper it, like she is a fierce Goddess of power, able to yank our house away or bestow a trip to Disneyland in one fell swoop. I have trained them well to know when DEADLINE is near and that my EDITOR will be very, very angry if I don’t deliver on time.
Let’s discuss what happens during deadline. It’s a sad, desolate, scary time in my house. There is no food. There is no cleaning. There is no social conversation or laughter. People tiptoe, and are generally cranky, starting with me and I share the joy until it trickles to each of my family members. Peanut butter and jelly, pasta, and soup are our only meals, unless of course, my husband cooks, which he does because if he didn’t everyone would starve. Wine is plentiful.
I make brief appearances, stomping through the house, muttering under my breath, occasionally wiping away a tear from sheer frustration and fear. This is a time when I get dates wrong. I once showed up for a reading event on the wrong day in my children’s school. My older son used the word deadline to his teacher. I don’t think she understood.
This is a time I get ugly. Really, really ugly. I don’t have time to wash the two pair of comfortable, baggy writing pants because I can’t wait for them to go through the cycles, so I just keep wearing them. I don’t brush my hair – just stick it up in a clip on top of my head. Make-up doesn’t exist. I usually end up breaking out from lack of skin care and sport them with wrinkles.
I smell. I really forget to shower until my husband announces I’m not sleeping in the bed until I do. My legs are porcupines. I get fat, from missed meals and then making up for it with gallons of cheese, bread, chocolate, wine or munchies.
I never sleep. Nearing the end, the voices get louder, insisting me to finish, so I moan and tell them to go away but they talk louder until I stare at the ceiling wondering if I got enough conflict stuck in chapter three, if they should have sex sooner, and if I even have a plot to fix.
Some real events that have occurred in my house at deadline:
1. I washed an entire load of laundry but forgot to put in the detergent
2. I drove to the wrong school and tried to drop my kids off at middle school. They are in elementary.
3. I missed my exit and drove to the next town, several miles away. I was brainstorming.
4. I showed up at a kids birthday party on the wrong day and my children cried.
5. I bought my children expensive Nintendo DS games for absolutely no reason except to keep them away from me until after the book.
6. I wore my shirt inside out to the bus stop. TWICE.
So, there it is. The unvarnished truth of what is behind closed doors during this time.
When the book is delivered, everybody is happy. We go to dinner, and laugh and play board games. We go to the movies. We cuddle and read stories at night, and do fun things on the weekends, and have gourmet meals. The brainstorming begins for a new project, and we have hope we will never go through such stress again because this time the book will be started early. This time, by writing a certain amount of words each day, we will be ahead of deadline. This time, there will be no worries because we have done this before a billion times and have learned our lesson.
Drop me a comment HERE or on my FACEBOOK page (Link is on right) on what you’ve done in the pursuit of your work/career/passion/hobby and I’ll pick a winner to get a FREE copy of Executive Seduction in paperback or digital copy – your choice!