It's Christmas in Prison and don't I just know
Mission: Yuletide.
Achievement unlocked: Posting fic.
Further action: None until I next have internet access after Christmas during which time period I will wind myself up about how no one likes it or thinks it is good enough and how piss terrible my writing is and how lazy I am and that fucking kudos button and how much I hate fandom and why do I bother writing I am never writing anything ever again.
Mission: Money.
Achievement unlocked: lowest revenue ever for books. My total profits for the month of November were £6.41
Further action: forge ahead with further publications and deals. Get on with Advent Chronicles & hope that serialised fiction appeals to people more than novels do. Cry bitterly into t-shirt and wish I could reconcile myself with the unnecessarily convoluted and frankly sinister profit-distribution methods of Amazon as it seems Kindle-specific sales are the dog's.
Mission: Stop having panic attacks every fucking evening.
Achievement unlocked: none.
Further action: remove brain and hit it with a shoe.
Mission: Go out and have fun.
Achievement unlocked: Secret Santa with other gig-goers. Lovely evening listening to stories and music, including discovery of Grace Petrie and a photographer asking me why my parents had named me "Delilah" (if you didn't see Comecidal Lolocaust in 2009, that was basically a chunk of my stand-up material that he just FED ME A LEAD-IN TO, so naturally I took the opportunity to show off a bit), evening culminating in a raucous sing-along to "Fairytale of New York", Britain's Favourite Christmas song. Jolly good time.
Further action: upload two photos taken with phone of Emmy the Great which demonstrate that Maud & I were basically at her feet for the entire gig and that she looked fucking fabulous as always (but more sparkly); enjoy bizarre Secret Santa gift and hope that whoever received mine was similarly confused/touched.
Mission: What the fuck are you doing Del
Achievement unlocked: I don't even know
Further action: go the fuck to sleep.
Achievement unlocked: Posting fic.
Further action: None until I next have internet access after Christmas during which time period I will wind myself up about how no one likes it or thinks it is good enough and how piss terrible my writing is and how lazy I am and that fucking kudos button and how much I hate fandom and why do I bother writing I am never writing anything ever again.
Mission: Money.
Achievement unlocked: lowest revenue ever for books. My total profits for the month of November were £6.41
Further action: forge ahead with further publications and deals. Get on with Advent Chronicles & hope that serialised fiction appeals to people more than novels do. Cry bitterly into t-shirt and wish I could reconcile myself with the unnecessarily convoluted and frankly sinister profit-distribution methods of Amazon as it seems Kindle-specific sales are the dog's.
Mission: Stop having panic attacks every fucking evening.
Achievement unlocked: none.
Further action: remove brain and hit it with a shoe.
Mission: Go out and have fun.
Achievement unlocked: Secret Santa with other gig-goers. Lovely evening listening to stories and music, including discovery of Grace Petrie and a photographer asking me why my parents had named me "Delilah" (if you didn't see Comecidal Lolocaust in 2009, that was basically a chunk of my stand-up material that he just FED ME A LEAD-IN TO, so naturally I took the opportunity to show off a bit), evening culminating in a raucous sing-along to "Fairytale of New York", Britain's Favourite Christmas song. Jolly good time.
Further action: upload two photos taken with phone of Emmy the Great which demonstrate that Maud & I were basically at her feet for the entire gig and that she looked fucking fabulous as always (but more sparkly); enjoy bizarre Secret Santa gift and hope that whoever received mine was similarly confused/touched.
Mission: What the fuck are you doing Del
Achievement unlocked: I don't even know
Further action: go the fuck to sleep.