Once upon a time, I had a blog. I updated that blog regularly. I wrote positive reviews and informative posts about writing–and of course, about TV. I attended YA events in NYC and blogged about them. I interacted with other writers by commenting on their blogs and replying to their tweets.I didn’t just write blog posts though. I wrote BOOKS. And I revised them. I wrote short stories and submitted them to magazines. I was productive.
You may have noticed the above is written in past tense. And that’s because for a while, it was all a thing of the past. But huzzah! That has changed. I’m back! And I have been for a while. Just not on the blog. In the last few months I revised a book. And another. Then I revised the first again. And I’m now revising the second yet again. Plus I outlined a third. You see, I’ve been super productive and now that I’m on a roll with writing and revising, it’s time to add blogging back into the mix. I know what you’re thinking: “LUCKY ME! FINALLY! I CAN READ YOUR AMAZING BLOG POSTS AGAIN!” I must apologize for depriving you for so long. I’m not sure how you survived without them. But let me back up a few steps. In the last post–the post below this one–I announced something important. I was pregnant! And well, it turns out being pregnant means you share your body–and your energy–with another tiny human being that sucks out your nutrients and absorbs them as their own. They take it from your blood stream, so they’re basically vampires. And you all know how much I like vampires. They also don’t believe in clocks. Therefore at three a.m. when I was snuggled in bed amongst strategically placed pillows in an attempt to mimic sleeping on my stomach, Renesmee was having a raging dance party.
It also turns out when you finally eject the tenant from its rental property inside your womb, not much changes. The three a.m. dance party continues, only now the volume has increased to high pitched wails. “Sleep when the baby sleeps,” they tell you. Well, in order to do that, the baby would have to sleep!
I had been so looking forward to maternity leave, thinking I’d bang out 10 novels with one hand while rocking an eight-pound baby with the other, but it turns out my productivity didn’t begin until I went back to work. Suddenly I had a two-hour commute each way (oh the joys of living in central NJ and commuting into NYC via car, train, Path train, subway, and several blocks walking). That meant four hours a day TO MYSELF. Sure, I could have used that hour-long train ride to catch up on sleep, but without the baby to keep me up with dancing, my mind took over that job. All my brain wanted to do was, well, brainstorm. And soon the ideas were keeping me up at night as much as the baby. Prior to the baby, I’d waste my free moments on twitter. Or online shopping. Or Damon’s abs on Vampire Diaries. But now, I had to utilize them. I’d bang out scenes with my thumbs only on my cell phone on my fifteen minute subway ride. I’d race to the computer as soon as her eyelids met for her nap. And I’d pick her up from daycare just a liiiiiiittle bit after my work day ended so I could snatch up those extra minutes and finish the chapter I was working on. To summarize this post: seven and a half month old baby + working full time – not blogging = major writing productivity. This, it turns out, is also the same equation for rapid post-baby weight loss. You’re welcome in advance.