So, all was good.
I had each chapter plotted for my current work in progress and a library I visited regularly with a quiet room to write. I could sense this project getting to first draft in a few months. Then the world changed.
On top of that, my husband was offered a short term contract, so I was looking forward to also having alone time at home to write. Well, you guessed it. He will now be working from home.
This is why most people take ages to write a novel.
It takes me a few years even without distractions. Now, the book I was sinking my teeth into feels distant again.
My husband takes my writing seriously, so he will do his best not to disturb me. But he’ll be closing projects for broadcast engineers until July so I doubt I’ll be able to stay in my own headspace as he contacts work colleagues for information.
But I get to spend more time with my husband.
And while I’ll do my best to write, being with him will be rewarding. The extended cuddle time in bed in the morning. Making morning coffee. Having someone to talk to, or be silent with, that you know very well.
I’ll do my best to finish the first draft of Beta City. How refined it will be is anyone’s guess.