So I got a new desk. I didn’t mean to. It was supposed to be for my husband. I do most of my furniture shopping on Facebook Marketplace and flea markets. I’d found a white desk just like it a few months ago, but it was three hours away. So when I found this one an hour away, it was the wrong color for my beach office. But I thought it would be perfect for my pastor husband. He’s had several desks and there’s never enough surface to lay all his books out like he does when he works on a sermon. I showed it to him. He was game, but not as excited about it as I was. So I said, well if you don’t like it, I’ll take it. Once we saw it, he didn’t think the actual desk part had enough leg room and that he’d feel boxed in. But it was wood.
This is my old desk. I’ve always loved it, so beachy and pretty. But there was very little storage. As a result, my desk and every surface in my office stayed cluttered. Receipts, bills, writing notes, life notes, and calendars had nowhere to land. Something had to be done. So the desk became mine and I think it will change my life. The way it was, my desk was on one side of the room and all my other stuff on the other. My printer would work for a month on wireless just fine, then lose its brain and refuse my commands, until I reinstalled it. Again. To use my Cricut, I had to move my laptop over and connect directly to it. With the new desk, I have storage, a file drawer, places to put my printer, my Cricut, and laptop. All on one wall, all directly connected. It’s still wood instead of white, but I think there’s enough beachy everywhere else to suffice.
The desk came right on time too. Last July, I took on partial ownership of a publishing company, along with the tasks of acquisitions and content editor. At first, I was overwhelmed. Eventually, I hit my stride, figured out a schedule, and enjoyed the ride. I kept up, even got ahead. Until. I. Couldn’t. In November, I had surgery to remove half my thyroid due to a nodule. It was cancer. But it was stage one and they got it all. Along with my energy. Since then I’ve struggled with having any oomph. Sometimes, I don’t want to do anything. Ever. In February, I went for a check-up and my doctor put me on thyroid medicine. He said it could take up to a month for it to kick in. In the meantime, I’ve had ocular migraines, where there’s no pain, but my vision blurs for twenty minutes or so. Not conducive to editing. Or writing. A symptom of the meds, so my doctor is adjusting things. It’s been five weeks and I’m still lethargic.
In the last few months, I’ve struggled to keep up with my editing workload and writing has been a myth. I talked about it with my husband and my mom and God, not necessarily in that order. After lots of prayer, I decided I’d have to cut my workload. It was a tough decision. I didn’t want to let my friend/business partner down or dump everything on her. I didn’t want our friendship to suffer. Our authors had been sold the year before and I didn’t want to disconcert them again. But I couldn’t keep going like I was. I came up with a plan for me to keep part of my duties and to give her three months’ notice on everything else. And not to tell her until May, when I planned to be good and ahead on my work.
But God had another plan. During a typical phone conversation with my friend/business partner, we discussed a few things, agreed, and then out of the blue, she asked. “Do you want out?” I got teary-eyed. “Since you asked, I do.” For the next thirty minutes, we came up with a plan. I’ll still be acquisitions, which I love. Though I hate dashing hopeful writers’ dreams with rejections, I love making writers’ dreams come true with The Call. I also love doing the content edit on Contemporary Romance and Women’s Fiction, so I’ll continue with those genres. Since I don’t read Historicals, Romantic Suspense, or Mysteries, they tend to stress me out during the content edit. I’m so afraid I’ll miss something. And I have, but thankfully my business partner caught my oopses.
Overnight, I went from twenty-something books to edit for the year to six. And by the next day, my friend had other editors in place to handle the genres I won’t be editing. Our publishing schedule is intact with no delays and our friendship is intact as well. As if God orchestrated the whole thing. And with perfect timing, since I’m in the process of getting a new agent and need to whip some proposals of my own into shape. Now I have time and my new, organized desk will help with inspiration, since clutter messes with my OCD. My husband says the new desk looks like I finally grew up. He still needs a new desk, but my nonwriting friend took my old one, so I’ll still get to visit it. And my muse, Charcoal the 14 year old tom cat still has plenty of places to nap.
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