So…I’m finally recognizing that I need to start saying no. And I need to learn to be okay with saying no.
Last fall, I saw an open call for novella pitches from a small press I really respect and admire—one of the presses on my “someday dream” list. I brainstormed a story concept that would fit their call and sent it in. They loved it, and invited me to write and submit the full manuscript novella to them at my earliest convenience. I was excited and planned to write it immediately…but then I ended up unexpectedly getting two (completely separate) book deals shortly after that conversation. With those book deals/contracts came new deadlines. So I let this publisher know that I’d need more time, figuring I’d work on it later this year.
But this month, with all the difficulties and stress symptoms I’ve had, I made myself take a hard look at everything on my plate, and I realized that no matter how much I wish I could write that book this year on top of everything else I have planned and promised others, it just isn’t realistic.
I didn’t want to keep stringing the publisher along—I think people deserve better than that, and I think it’s important to keep everyone informed—and even the thought of having yet another thing on my plate this year was stressing me out. So, after much agonizing and internal debate, I contacted them to let them know. They were so, so kind and supportive, which made it both harder and easier.
And even though I still feel a pang when I think about the novella that could have been, I’m so glad I did it. I still hope to write that story someday, but now there’s no timeline or expectation attached to it, so it can happen on its own time.
It’s one step toward a more sustainable career and stronger work-life balance, which is one of my big goals for 2023.