Seeking Balance and A Quiet Place to Work

I need more hours in the day. So many tasks and projects and not enough time to complete them in the way I'd like. I'm on a deadline. The fact that it is mostly self-imposed doesn't matter. It's still an important deadline. Before the day is out I will complete the first round of edits on a manuscript. Next week, New York awaits along with valuable face time with my agent. He's such a great guy. Working with him is a dream come true.

This manuscript has been a miracle in the making, so much raw emotion to drag out and examine. Some days I'm not sure why I wrote the first word, thought I could make this work -then I think about my inspiration. I remember her and know it's worth the agonizing excavation to commit her short life to paper.

There is interest in this manuscript and the insight I can offer to others in situations like mine. So far the compliments have made me light-headed. "He must be talking about someone else's work," I say. But no, it's mine. Now is the time to make it the best it can possibly be. I have today to accomplish it.

I'm worried that I can't pull it off, bring the story around the bend to a satisfying end, leave the reader with hope instead of despair. How will it go? Will you see my name on the cover of a bestseller, or even a modest print run?

I'm taking the day off to pray, work, and give it my best shot. Have a great weekend. May all our dreams come true.

Lisa