Towards the end of May, I was given an opportunity that most creative people only dream of. For two months, I wouldn't have to go to work. No one was paying me for my time. It was something that I had to save up for, but it has been worth it.
For the last two months, I haven't had to deal with my commute and my twelve hour days. I had my mornings to myself so that I could focus on my real work and afternoons with my kids. When I came into the summer, I had a notion that I was going to have my book done by July 15th. I missed that deadline completely. I have hung September 15th out there as the new deadline and I think that's where some of my anxiety is coming from.
For over a year, I have been a task master. I managed to outline and write a first draft. From there, I have worked on my second draft on an almost daily basis. It's been a grind at times, but I have continued to deliver.
My schedule is about to change. In less that two weeks, I will be back at my day job for another ten months. I've made peace with a lot of things about it. However, it takes an unbelievable amount of time to do what I do. I figured out how to balance it out last year and keep the words coming for my book. There are no guarantees that I will be successful this year.
It's entirely possible that I go back to work and blow it. I get caught up in the office politics and forget my goals. I miss a day here and a day there. Before I know it, I let a few weeks slip by without producing anything. It's a horrible idea, but I'd be willing to bet that there are more people who slip up where I am right now than those that don't.