May has been one of those months where you feel like you spent it running in sand and getting nowhere. Every now and then you hit a hard patch and make some progress, but then it softens again and you sink back down, spinning your heels, digging yourself a deeper hole to climb out of.
Which is weird in a sense because I've accomplished things this month. I ran my first 5K. I went to the writers' retreat and had great success there coming up with a new book idea and fixing one I already had. I took parting our work's pedometer challenge (just 4 days left...) and am currently first in my office by a large margin and second right across the country, behind the frontrunner by just a smidgen of steps. I wondered this morning if she's as much of a hurting unit as I am - after two softball games, yard work and a 5 K walk yesterday, my muscles and I are no longer on speaking terms.
But despite all that, I hit a roadblock with writing. My ending wasn't coming together like I wanted it to. Too much happening, not enough space to provide for it all. I tried out a few different scenarios trying to blend some scenes or maybe cut others but when I did, other things started to fall apart. I think I finally have the issues resolved, and as usual I'll go over my page count, but hopefully not by too much. If I can keep it to 20-30 pages I'll be happy. I can go back and fix that in the final edit.
So my goal for June is to get back on track. Get my pages in each day and finish this manuscript by the end of June. That will give me the month of July take off. Not from writing, just from this manuscript. I'll spend the month working on the plots for Book 2 and for Finding Home. Then in August, I'll do my final read through and edit and then it's off to the agents it goes!
Now all I have to do is stop playing in the sand and get to work.