Thinking... and midwinter visitor
This little fellow came in from the cold today. I had to take him out again - not only would the cats not leave it alone but B is not fond of them. I don't like puff-adders but this little natal greensnake - I think - was more afraid of me than I was of it.
I was thinking today about just how I was letting things get on top of me. Believe me, a midlist author (where the reality is virtually any publisher leaves you to sink or swim - and really all you can do to swim is produce lots of good stuff) and all the other cr*p and uncertainty have been getting me down badly, and that in turn affects my writing, which in turn actually makes everything else worse. So I decided... it was time to take charge, get back to a regular schedule and stop letting the world screw my plans for life over. I'm going back to my come hell or highwater 1000 publishable words a day. I was doing 2.2K - but allowing myself off when editing, and recovering, and well, when I just couldn't. This has to stop. I tend to build up momentum and hat just hasn't happened since Dragons Ring got turned in. So now we're on a daily mission. Yes. you may ask. Only 1125 today. So far.