I’m sure that I’m not the first to observe that life is sinuous like the graceful wave of the sine function. There are phases when nothing happens, and then circumstances tilt to fill our lives with more than we can handle.
In the past weeks, our life as a family took quite the turns, and since I’m pregnant with twins and soon to give birth, I imagine that all that has been happening until now (not always joyous) was just a preamble. But I’m glad to say that I managed to go through another substantial revision of my book plus the necessary editorial nit-picking that must follow.
Time is precious, but it is a perspective that often recedes to the background when we have an abundance of time. Before I gave birth to my son four years ago, I had plenty of time (at least in relative terms). But I got around to finishing the first draft of my trilogy only after I had a baby to take care of and still had a day job. Back then, I finally realized—truly realized—what it meant not to have time, and, consequently, how precious a commodity it is. So, I got on with the first draft. I was not as nearly as productive before I got so busy. Go figure…
Also, that’s when I started to seriously educate myself about time management. I wanted to use the low-key troughs of life’s sinuous nature as equally well as the peaks. I’ve tried to bring my writing tasks to a stage where I could keep on going, albeit at a much slower pace, once I’ve found my footing with two new babies at home. I have no illusions of being able to complete huge tasks, but hopefully, I won’t completely stop.
I’m now embarking on several adventures at ones. I finally started querying agents, we’ll grow as a family, and, soon, we’ll be moving to a new home. I’m excited and grateful, and, yes, a little scared. Will it all work out? But as Stephen King so succinctly put it in “Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption:”