Hopefully you can follow along: I spent the day at OtherJob, which is the golf course, but I spent it mostly concentrating on things I needed to do for OtherOtherJob, the one that barely pays anything but occupies most of my headspace all the damn time anyway: being an author. I actually got fiction written today, for starters, which is an accomplishment of staggering proportions the way things have been going lately, and not only that but I managed to get some initial planning done on a couple of stories other than the one I am working on right now. Which is nearly finished anyway. And I communicated with my artist for Tales and did a bunch of preliminary investigation into various marketing things for the new book and a whole bunch of other stuff. I may even have a release date in mind, although I’m not telling any of you about it yet.
I think I’m coming out of the last of The Fogs, that one being where I adjust to the new reality of life as a furniture salesman with ridiculous hours and find a way to cram the important bits of my life into the time that’s left. I’m not coming home from longer shifts and wanting to die anymore, and while I need to get better about writing coherent and interesting blog posts a bit in advance so that I’m not posting three-line garbage posts at 9:30 before collapsing into bed, I can see signs of where I’m starting to get there. I haven’t had a new book release in a while; getting this one done and out there will feel good, and once that’s done I want the next book out quick. But we’ll see; I tend to bite off more than I can chew as far as writing fiction goes and I would really like to break that habit.
But yeah. Hopefully this isn’t just a one-off thing, and I’m at least approaching the horse properly, if not back on it altogether. 2016 has been a garbage year so far. Time to see if we can’t salvage what’s left.