I hope he trips on it and dies.
But most of my complete exhaustion is my fault. Last year I promised myself that I would make and complete REASONABLE GOALS. Instead of telling myself that I would write 2000 words every day and publish a book every month and then get super upset with myself when I failed to meet those expectations, I told myself that I would write for a couple hours every day and never put writing above social engagements. I managed six published stories and a metric shit ton of half finished drafts, still sitting in a folder begging to be finished.
But despite the success of my REASONABLE GOALS in 2013, for some reason that all went to hell in 2014.
In 2014, I told myself I was going to publish six novellas. It seemed REASONABLE. I've done it before. But I also told myself I would publish 15 articles, complete a first draft of a full length, mainstream novel, leave the full time job that gave me tension-rage-headaches, get a job in theater, and find a more solid way to pursue a job in the publishing field.
As my boyfriend (also a new addition to 2014) says: I'm a crazy person.
So, with a month and a half of 2014 left, here I am.
-I quit the job I hated, got a job I like, but am still working two jobs to make ends meet.
- I got an internship with a Literary Agency, but I think I might suck at it.
- Under various pen names I did publish 5 articles, but only got paid for one of them.
-I've signed three novella contracts and expect one more
- I wrote a first chapter of that novel…. in May.
My last blog post was about keeping your sales and Amazon rank up, and that it takes constant output.
Constant output takes constant effort.
Constant effort should be REASONABLE.
I am so, so tired.