Things are getting exciting. I’ve spent a lot of time the last few weeks sending messages to my friends saying ‘OH MY GOD I AM SO EXCITED!’
Dottie’s first book, Survival of the Ginnest is being re-released in the spring and I’m bouncing off the walls. When I first got the email, and then the contract, I spent a few weeks floating about in a daze, attempting to write the newest Dottie, but floating around not really sure what to do with myself.
After wanting something for so long, for it to happen, it wasn’t really feeling real. But the feeling of reality and excitement is now coming thick and fast. I’ve seen the new cover (I really hope you love it as much as I do), I’ve written my acknowledgements (EEEEK), and I spent an awful lot of time trying to take a photo of myself looking like a grown up author. Hopefully I’ve succeeded (it’s the one at the top of the blog).
I’m also editing Mothers Ruined ready for re-release later this year, and when I get a few snatched minutes in-between, I’m making notes about Dottie’s next story. It’s amazing – it’s starting to feel real.
So what is the reality of having a publishing deal?
For everyone else, the fuss has died down. Your book isn’t on the shelf THIS VERY MINUTE (although I think to be fair Dottie is coming out super fast), and therefore normality is resumed.
But that’s fine with me; I’m busy scurrying around behind the scenes. I’m loving the support of editors making suggestions, I’m excited to have somebody who knows what they’re doing give me feedback – to me, this is invaluable.
It’s sometimes a struggle to prioritise, and I’m sure anybody who writes understands this, in fact, anybody who works from home or is a freelancer will understand this. To say some days I feel like I’m being pulled in a million different directions is an understatement.
I have three jobs, four if you including the 24/7 role of motherhood, and I wouldn’t change one of them (well that’s a lie, if Dottie could pay me the same as my freelancing work, I’d be super happy – CHANNEL 4 BUY HER AND TURN HER INTO A SITCOM – PLEASE). I love working hard, I love doing things that make my brain think and at the end of the day, I love sitting down and feeling like I’ve accomplished something for myself, as well as my children.
When I worked in an office I had a colour co-ordinated to-do list and I was amazing with dealing with my different tasks efficiently with my usual OCD. But somehow, over the last year or so, working from home, and often the negative reaction that comes from this, has got in the way of organisation and I’ve floundered. When I’m freelancing I want to write, when I’m writing, I want to be putting the washing in and tidying the kitchen, when I’m tidying the kitchen I’m thinking about homework and my governor role at the school and trustee of the trust. I ended up doing a half-assed job of all of them, and that didn’t sit right.
Then one Monday, after another night of worrying, I decided to get serious and sort this shit out.
I WAS GETTING ORGANISED BABY!
Outlook is my friend. Different colours are my friend. Ticking things off a list is my friend. SO I GOT SERIOUS, including selfish Aimee moments (hello! Nails are important).
This has been in practice for just over a week, and the weight on my shoulders has slowly been lifting. That, along with being about to relinquish some of my tasks and worries I had when I was self-publishing, has meant that I might be sleeping better.
Let’s see if I’m feeling as perky three weeks into my colour coded work schedule, and when I’m more than half way through my first draft of the next Dottie book, instead of just the first few chapters of excitement.
Whether you work from home, or in an office – everyone seems to be juggling multiple responsibilities -how do you stay organised?