Granted, it is because I was very ill for a week there, but I’m still feeling guilty. Let’s catch you up on all that I’ve failed at.
First, I will not make my self-imposed deadline for the final book of The Three Worlds War series I’ve been writing. I’m more than just a week behind, as I was before I got ill. But I started to feel fatigue and burnout about a week before I got ill, so I didn’t do any writing then. The illness struck and for the next week, I continued to do nothing. I started feeling better on the Tuesday following, roughly four days after I got hit with the virus like a truck, but neglected to do any writing then, either. That takes us up until today, in which I’m writing this blog post (and will be writing others as I play catch-up for my Ko-Fi subscribers), and working on stuff for one of my other jobs, so there will be no writing today, either. Depending on how I go with the other job, I might not get to writing anything at all this week at all.
Which means, with just under half the estimated word count left to go, I have missed my deadline by a long, long, long shot.
This is the first deadline of this kind that I’ve missed. I’m disappointed in myself and am trying to give myself some grace. Working 40 hours a week at one job, 4 hours a week at another, and with another job that intermittently takes up my time, finding the room in my schedule to write is a struggle. Not that it’s any kind of excuse, but I’m using it, damn it.
On the bright side, I will have a book (book, serial, same thing) coming out this year. And scheduled for after that is the release of The Lioness of Shara Mountain (more on that when I know more), so it’s not like I’m not producing anything at all in the next couple of years.
I know I’ve missed putting something out there for you to read. I had a book a year at one point, and that was a pace that suited me at the time. I’ve gotten slower as I’ve aged… and taken on more and more. One day, hopefully soon, I can begin to earn enough from one of my other endeavours that I can start to claw back some time for writing.
I really miss being able to sit for a three hour block and just write. I miss knocking out 2000-5000 words a day like it was my job (I mean, it is one of my jobs, but let’s ignore that for now).
Though I’ve slowed, I have no intention of stopping. Thanks for being around while I stumble through all of my responsibilities! It’ll pay off… soon, I hope!
Right, I have to get back to work.
Ciao!