"Time keeps on slipping...

..into the future." That is the song that is in my head today, although I don't want to "fly like an eagle to the sea, fly like an eagle, let the spirit carry me..." but I do want the pages to fly out of me!

Things are going slowly in the world of my novel...and I am just now starting to stress about it. You see I can see the end of the year from here, the second we are in August, my brain will already be gearing up for September and then I jump to Christmas/Hannukah! I am already well past the half way mark of my year, but not yet at the halfway mark for my second novel.

Getting to the halfway mark or the middle, is the hardest thing for me to do. I claw my way to the middle, one slow page at a time and then once I am there I can usually run to the three quarter mark and sprint to the end. Of course writing a novel is much more like running a marathon than a sprint or a flight, to mix metaphors, it is a test of endurance, of stamina and this is the point in the marathon where I need to dig deep and pull up those reserves and tell myself to focus. I want another 150 pages by the beginning of October and a complete draft by the end of the year. No easy feat. But I will try...