My initial plan to publish my WIP at the beginning of November didn’t quite work out when life got in the way. I really don’t mind since the reason the book is still in the last edit stage is that a more important WIP debuted the last week of October: my second grandson.
Two weeks ago today, an ambulance rushed my pregnant youngest daughter to a local hospital in intense pain. She knew something was horribly wrong even if emergency dispatch and the medics kept insisting she must be in labor. They got to the hospital just in time to find out she’d developed abdominal internal bleeding outside the uterus causing a dangerous drop in her blood pressure and a decrease in oxygen to her unborn son. Doctors performed an emergency C-section and delivered my grandson within ten minutes, saving both him and my daughter. They both seem to be recovering well, but needed more help than they’d expected when she got home from the hospital.
The experience just reinforced the one reason I’ve had so much trouble finishing my writing projects. For me, family comes before anything else. My daughter, her husband, and their kids needed me so I took time off my day job and moved in with them for ten days to keep my four-year-old grandson amused while his mommy rested and healed and his new baby brother settled in to his new home life. The experience also reinforced that my daughter is truly superwoman; she’s been self publishing for several years now to great success – and managed to release a new novella with a new baby in the house just a week after her near-death experience.
My daughter also puts her family first, yet in her case this means dedicating herself to her writing career while my son-in-law serves as the primary caregiver to their children. She has the talent and drive to earn enough from her writing so they live quite comfortably and take regular trips. No matter where she is or what she’s doing, she’s always writing and/or editing something. She’s published at least one book while sitting at a restaurant in Disneyland. I’d love to be more like her.
Now that I’ve returned home, I’m settling back in to my own project with a renewed sense of purpose. My daughter doesn’t use life and family as an excuse not to pursue her dreams so why should I?