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.
