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This week, Speechless was canceled. I was… well, speechless.
If you haven’t heard of the show or watched, the description of it is thus:
Maya DiMeo, a wife and mother, is fiercely protective of her husband, Jimmy, and their three children, Ray, Dylan, and J.J. — who has a condition that leaves him with unique mobility and communication challenges. While Maya’s mama bear instinct may be one of her most admirable qualities, it’s not without its drawbacks and sometimes the injustices she sets out to make right end up being all in her head. Together, the family members work to make a new home for themselves and find the right person to come in and give J.J. a voice of his own.
Maya DiMeo was the mother I often was. She was the mother I often had to be as the mother of a child with a complex congenital heart defect.
This month I participated in #CozyMysteryMay, the brainchild of cozy author Rosie Pease. I know some folks are only on a particular social media thang so I thought I would reprint each day every ten days or so in case anyone wanted to peruse all at once.
When I started writing novels in my mid-forties, I began the journey with several clear understandings about how I work. As an executive, my efficiency had depended upon particular features of my temperament I assumed were enduring. As a writer, I tried to apply those same aspects to my new career.
I don’t like to multi-task. I hyper-focus on things and grind it out until it’s done. No breaks, no stops, no rest for the weary.
I get more accomplished by hyper-focus thing then I would taking breaks or jumping from task to task. Nose to the grindstone, that’s me.
I like deep focusing on one thing. Write one series at a time, live in it, know it backward and forward. No distractions.
I write better at night.
I crave deadlines.
Understanding that this was who I was, and this is how I worked for years, this is how I started my writing career.
When I decided in January to leave KindleUnlimited, it was a difficult choice. I’m profoundly introverted, and I think rather slowly about the most significant decisions. Besides, I have a fierce loyalty toward those I feel an obligation to. All of those things made booking out of the Amazon-exclusive machine a tense, nerve-wracking decision.
The math, though, didn’t work. I wish it had because being Amazon-exclusive was undoubtedly easier in many ways.