There's a yellow rose in...Nebraska...

(if you're old enough to remember that song, you're welcome for the earworm)

It seems my rosebush has decided to put out one last (humongous!) rose for the season, but it's trying to keep it all to itself, letting it bloom way back in the branches.

 

 

This thing is bigger than a softball, and sooo pretty.

Recently Read: 92 days til’ 13 [plus a declaration about the rest of my year]

So weird. Why does 92 days sound so short but 12 weeks sounds do-able?

A bit from "92 days til’ 13" at Jon Acuff's Blog, which I read today:

"We've got 92 days til’ 13.
Get your finish list back out.
Cut the whole list down to one thing....
Pick a day and time you’ll work on that goal at least once a week for the next 12 weeks.
That’s it."

My goal for these 92 days is to finish my book. Obviously, I'll be working on it more than once a week. Ideally, I'll work on it every day. Realistically, I have to work on it more days than I don't.

I'm not allowed to scrap the entire book halfway through and start on something else, which is my biggest hang-up. I am not allowed "Oh, it just wasn't working" excuses. This may not end up being a publishable book, but it does have to end up being a finished book. I must remind myself that perfectionism is not the point at this point. It will be ready to be read and critiqued. Then I'll go from there.

I will not take on any other big projects before January 1. This ONE project is my priority.

You can all bug me about it if you want. You have my permission.

[Taking a big breath as I post this]