It’s been three weeks since I’ve written a creative word, minus the halfway completed “This I Believe” essay that I did with my learners. I’ve just been busy. Crazy busy. Monumentally busy. This is probably the most busy that I’ve ever found myself at the beginning of a school year. Teaching a new content, a new grade level, adding in the AP component, mentoring new teachers, setting up a means for communicating with parents, developing my PGP (professional growth plan), all added on top of everyday life things, like my AC going out. It’s been a mess.
Needless to say I’ve been distracted, but I promise, Georgia and her story have not been too far from my mind. Every moment that I’ve spent not writing her story has been making me crazy. More crazy though is the fact that the farther away I get from my last revision session, the scarier my revision seems. I’m more than half way through revising the novel and these last thirty or so pages have been the most daunting.
Luckily for me, I have some really great people in my life that are not going to let me let this go. Even though it is scary to think about finishing something that I feel like I’ve been working my entire life towards, the thought of giving up, of not proving to myself that I can do it, is scarier. So tonight, with a huge pot of pumpkin spice coffee, my mermaid cup, and an actual printed copy of the Georgia Novel, I’m sitting at my desk and revising. I’m ignoring the laundry, the unswept floor, and quite possibly my bedtime. I’m scared, but so what. I’m going to finish what I started.