Hang on a minute…actually, maybe she can’t.
You see, the deadline is Friday 26th April. This April. That’s five weeks and three days. Thirty eight days. And in that time, I have to produce another sixty seven thousand words. That’s thirteen thousand four hundred a week, or one thousand seven hundred and sixty three a day.
Hmmm…that’s a lot of words.
So, what’s it all about?
Well, Friday 26th April is the closing date for the Write a Bestseller Competition being run by Poolbeg Publishing in conjunction with The Morning Show on RTE. And as everyone knows, you’ve gotta be in it to win it!
As December 2012 morphed into January 2013, I thought, huh! Loads of time! True enough, I already had the story all mapped out. All I had to do, was put it into words that people might like to read. Easy.
But I hadn’t taken into account one vital draw on my time.
Carys, my daughter.
If you have read any of my previous posts, you will know she has a rare syndrome called CFC (cardiofaciocutaneous). It’s complex, because it comes not only with developmental delays, but many serious medical conditions.
One of these conditions kicked off last year in June, and has been steadily getting worse ever since. To the point that doctors don’t know what to do about it. Which means that while she is not treated, she has weeks where she screams day and night with pain, won’t eat or drink or take her meds.
When this happens, I can’t write. Hell, I can barely even think. I just muddle through the best I can. It’s heart breaking not to be able to help her.
So why do I care so much about some dumb writing competition? I mean, it’s so trivial, right? Not to mention selfish.
Mothering is what I do day in, day out. It’s my number one priority. But I need to be me, too. And writing is also what I do.
Now, this trivial writing competition works on many levels. First, it gives me a kick up the jacksy, as I work better with a deadline to meet. Second, it offers a one book publishing deal to the winner with one of Ireland’s major publishers, Poolbeg. And it comes with publicity built in, courtesy of The Morning Show on RTE.
So, does this mean I’m shallow, too?
I hope not. I’m not seeking publicity for myself, but for raising awareness for Carys’s syndrome. The book is about what it means to live with a mystery child like Carys. The more that is known about CFC, the better it will be for fund raising purposes, future research, and perhaps finding solutions to the horrible condition my daughter is suffering right now.
So, can I do it? It’s a tall order. A hell of a lot of words, in very little time. And after all the effort, I may not win, or even come close.
But I have to try, don’t I?