I just picked up Wind in the Door By Madeleine L'Engle last night. I hadn't read it in a while, I was looking for a good read, and suddenly, it was THERE.
I think it is a safe bet that I will NEVER be as good as L'Engle. I was a little bit sad about the fact, then I thought about how Wrinkle in Time was the book that taught me to read (Mom would only read one chapter a night. I HAD to know how the whole IT thing played out). Then I remembered the time I got to hear L'Engle read and how she autographed my book.....
And I realized, it's OK that I'll never be that good. Very few writers are.
So today, it's back to work. We're done with birthdays for about 2 weeks, I will force myself to stop obsessing about politics and financial crises, and I will keep working on my novel. I think I'm more than half-way through this revision, but I'm not sure because as I flesh out scenes and add things the book gets longer and longer. (My first draft was only about 27,000 words.)
I should finish this stage by the end of October. Then I'll print it out, put it in a binder, and slowly read it out loud and do a mega-edit of doom. And I'll find the time for my Highlights entry too.... I'm almost done researching and ready to write it.
Anyway, barring total melt-down of the world economy that leaves me without power to run the computer, I should still be on track to start submitting to agents by January, and start seriously writing my second novel.
I want to be a book-a-year person. We'll see if I can do it. (I know I could if I had more than 30 minutes a day, but I'd like to see if I can with my current hectic life too!)