Okay, this is nice. I'd forgotten- I'm free here. I can write as much as I want. No one can get annoyed or stop me because no one visits. :D
Ahh, the freedom.
Anywho... that's it.
So exciting- had to tell my sis to wait two hours because I am writing right now!
Put my phone on Do Not Disturb.
I will conquer this thing, the inertia. I will make myself worthy. I am a writer, professional author.
Time to start acting like one. Time to get excited, get things published, be who I was made to be.
Be worthy of it.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
Miss you
Even without publishing anything, my stories made 3k this year. That's pretty awesome. The effort is done, but yet the earnings continue. :)
I'm really so happy and grateful about that.
None of my plans for my writing worked out this year. However, I am at a pretty great job with lots of opportunity, that barely sucks, and I feel so lucky. Finally, life doesn't suck; it's not torture. It just is what it is.
On the downside, I'm not writing. Sporadically, yes, but most of the time, I do something else. I'm trying a new thing where my first assignment each day is to write. Which means, today, I am getting in my 2 hours.
[Also, two hours is all I need to do. No more trying to put in eight hours. Two hours is plenty. Then I go on to do other things.] Maybe I will show up every day if I keep the commitment limited and reasonable.
I feel like there was something else I was going to say? Oh yeah, writing this genre is not for me. Oh, do I hate it. I just need to do it anyway though. Suck it up. I will get to write my favorite genre next.
Assignments for today:
Sort of boring to write this here.... Spend 2 hours working on the project, one foot in front of the other. Just get the thing done.
And yes, the miss you reference is a whole different thing. It's just a marker for a cryptic struggle that I am going through. It torments me in misery. I can't stop thinking about it.
I'm sure the first he will hear of it, he will be so confused. Because I will start at the end and he will have no idea how it started. Or how much it took to get here.
I'm really so happy and grateful about that.
None of my plans for my writing worked out this year. However, I am at a pretty great job with lots of opportunity, that barely sucks, and I feel so lucky. Finally, life doesn't suck; it's not torture. It just is what it is.
On the downside, I'm not writing. Sporadically, yes, but most of the time, I do something else. I'm trying a new thing where my first assignment each day is to write. Which means, today, I am getting in my 2 hours.
[Also, two hours is all I need to do. No more trying to put in eight hours. Two hours is plenty. Then I go on to do other things.] Maybe I will show up every day if I keep the commitment limited and reasonable.
I feel like there was something else I was going to say? Oh yeah, writing this genre is not for me. Oh, do I hate it. I just need to do it anyway though. Suck it up. I will get to write my favorite genre next.
Assignments for today:
Sort of boring to write this here.... Spend 2 hours working on the project, one foot in front of the other. Just get the thing done.
And yes, the miss you reference is a whole different thing. It's just a marker for a cryptic struggle that I am going through. It torments me in misery. I can't stop thinking about it.
I'm sure the first he will hear of it, he will be so confused. Because I will start at the end and he will have no idea how it started. Or how much it took to get here.
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