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kittydesade) wrote2015-11-25 03:49 pm
kittydesade) wrote2015-11-25 03:49 pm
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My brain has collapsed in on itself into a black hole of self-loathing and self-distrust. This is kind of impressive given that I don't think there have been any precipitating events and my life is somehow freer of stressors than it has been in a while. And there was yarn! And writing is going smoothly! Inasmuch as it ever goes smoothly. So I do not get it.
There are a couple of things you, dear readers with monies to spend, can do to help. If you feel so inclined and/or have felt so inclined in the past, please to be visiting my Amazon page and purchasing/reading something and leaving a review? Alternately, please to be sponsoring me in Nanowrimo? Part of why I'm trying to finish it early is so I can fulfill my end of the bargain and deliver on stories.
Or for free, here is my AO3 list of works if you want to read and review something and not pay monies for it.
The rest of this post is note-keeping, self, the weasels started either Monday or Tuesday of Thanksgiving week, apparently equipped with stealth technology to stab you in the soft bits without giving any signs of their approach. This may be related to the fact that the mucusy part of the cold isn't fucking going away, thereby causing less sleep or less good sleep, or it may be related to the not regularly taking your birth control, or it may be entirely unrelated to both of these things. Two of these are within your control and the unknowns remain unknown. At least one of them has been mitigated.
As for the writing issue in specific, there's really nothing you can do except to possibly take Thanksgiving morning to finish off the details of the hard copy book printing thing, and continue to knock down things on the list of to-do on Habitica after. Seriously, though, Thanksgiving morning, you don't have anything else to do, get up and work it. Put the galleys on your credit card if you have to (you shouldn't have to, that's another thing, stop worrying about your finances, you have a regular income, you haven't been putting new debt onto the credit card, your situation isn't actually that dire) and get that moving.
Once the anthologies are done, you know it yourself, the novels are coming along both in writing and in editing very, very smoothly, and you should be able to do those as you had planned several years ago, if not necessarily in the same order, then with the same degree of regularity. Once the anthologies are finished, because those require ten times as many moving parts. No beating up on yourself for not realizing that at first, self, you didn't know, you experimented, this is how it worked. This is why you're self-publishing. Breathe. Finish Nanowrimo, finish the anthology, don't stress about your lack of productivity because see also ten times as much heavy lifting. Don't stress about the lack of self promotion because really you hate it like poison and see also the heavy lifting. Just breathe. You have your assignments, keep your eyes on your own work, keep breathing, and keep going. Just because X, Y, or Z author is popular does not mean no one has love left in their heart for your works. Keep breathing, keep moving. You write fine.
There are a couple of things you, dear readers with monies to spend, can do to help. If you feel so inclined and/or have felt so inclined in the past, please to be visiting my Amazon page and purchasing/reading something and leaving a review? Alternately, please to be sponsoring me in Nanowrimo? Part of why I'm trying to finish it early is so I can fulfill my end of the bargain and deliver on stories.
Or for free, here is my AO3 list of works if you want to read and review something and not pay monies for it.
The rest of this post is note-keeping, self, the weasels started either Monday or Tuesday of Thanksgiving week, apparently equipped with stealth technology to stab you in the soft bits without giving any signs of their approach. This may be related to the fact that the mucusy part of the cold isn't fucking going away, thereby causing less sleep or less good sleep, or it may be related to the not regularly taking your birth control, or it may be entirely unrelated to both of these things. Two of these are within your control and the unknowns remain unknown. At least one of them has been mitigated.
As for the writing issue in specific, there's really nothing you can do except to possibly take Thanksgiving morning to finish off the details of the hard copy book printing thing, and continue to knock down things on the list of to-do on Habitica after. Seriously, though, Thanksgiving morning, you don't have anything else to do, get up and work it. Put the galleys on your credit card if you have to (you shouldn't have to, that's another thing, stop worrying about your finances, you have a regular income, you haven't been putting new debt onto the credit card, your situation isn't actually that dire) and get that moving.
Once the anthologies are done, you know it yourself, the novels are coming along both in writing and in editing very, very smoothly, and you should be able to do those as you had planned several years ago, if not necessarily in the same order, then with the same degree of regularity. Once the anthologies are finished, because those require ten times as many moving parts. No beating up on yourself for not realizing that at first, self, you didn't know, you experimented, this is how it worked. This is why you're self-publishing. Breathe. Finish Nanowrimo, finish the anthology, don't stress about your lack of productivity because see also ten times as much heavy lifting. Don't stress about the lack of self promotion because really you hate it like poison and see also the heavy lifting. Just breathe. You have your assignments, keep your eyes on your own work, keep breathing, and keep going. Just because X, Y, or Z author is popular does not mean no one has love left in their heart for your works. Keep breathing, keep moving. You write fine.