I recently completed one of the most difficult moves of my entire life. It was also one of the shortest… in distance anyway. My family and I packed up our possessions and moved into an apartment just a few miles from our old place. On paper, the plan looked simple… box things, load up the car, take them to the new place. Men with pickup trucks is one of Arkansas’s natural resources, so I was sure to be able to get a little help hauling larger items and loads. To make things even easier, I had three weeks to get everything done. Plenty of time, right?
Except things didn’t quite work out as prettily in real life as they did on paper. Health and physical restrictions meant I couldn’t put the amount of work into the move that I had anticipated. My kids started back to school in the middle of the move, so I was limited to what I could manage in a day. The men to help were scarce and the pickup trucks even scarcer.
And just to throw an additional wrench in things, my editor sent me revisions.
My usual revisions with this particular editor are light. Commas, typos, clarify this sentence… Not a lot of work. But not this time. That would have been too simple. I had sections needed rewrites. Entire scenes needed to be added and core elements of my plot needed to be reworked. My deadline: three weeks.
For anyone keeping track, that’s back to school (including the mess of changing schools), a move, and major revisions all happening at the same time.
Fortunately, when life backs up and emergencies arise, editors are willing and able to work with their authors. I explained what all was happening and my editor gave me an extension.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had to ask for one, and hopefully the last. Knowing I’m behind schedule doesn’t sit well with me at all, no matter how much she reassures me. Today I’m putting the finishing touches on the manuscript and sending it back. I’m still surrounded by boxes, but my move is done. The kids are in school and we are mostly settled in the new place.
I wish I could say I’d have time to relax once this manuscript is turned in, but I still have to unpack, and I’m getting ready for the
I’ve been a very busy bee. I think I’m about buzzed out.