This morning’s journal, like yesterday’s, had signs of mental exhaustion all over it.  I finished writing the novel (yay!), then worked on a freelance project that involved rewriting 40K of a 50K novel in less than a week.  So about 90K of writing in two weeks:  mental exhaustion.  I can tell because all I do […]

I finished the novel!  This does not end the state of panicked scampering.  But I did give myself a break this morning and slept in, took a shower, ate breakfast…okay, when I say it like that it sounds bad.  I made my bed.  There.  All better. I also skipped journaling this morning and instead wrote

If all goes well, this morning will see the end of a novel.  If not, well, it’s probably because I’ve sabotaged myself again.  I got up this morning and went, “I can’t do this.  I can’t write, I can’t take out the trash, I can’t journal, I can’t put a bra on, I can’t do

Yesterday’s journal was all about a new project that I’m working on.  It was cool; a bunch of stuff just gushed out.  Today’s was back to normal, more or less. Something that’s been getting on my nerves is when someone “criticizes” a piece of entertainment that features women or has female creators by pooh-pooh-ing it.

This was a pretty productive morning, where I wrote a lot of concrete thoughts (if there can be such a thing) on a couple of short stories I have to turn in ASAP.  Apparently I’m terrified that one of the stories just flat-out doesn’t work, but I decided to let the editor make the call

The journal this morning was really brief and wandery; it was hard to stay on any one thought for any length of time (which is a relatively clear indication that I’m trying to avoid some topic).  One of the things I’ve been trying to do is sort out what’s holding me back from being more

Full nerd warning:  I’m going full nerd here.  It’s still not going to be enough nerd for some people, though. … I’m trying to brainstorm how to market; the context is that a group of writers is trying to get together to teach themselves how to market, and I have to organize the meeting where

It’s the first weekday after the Daylight Saving shift.  I may be a little less awake than usual. … [I would search for] smaller and smaller guitars, until they were too small to play with human hands, and must be played by robots, spirits, traveling pixies, nanobots, and/or the wind.  These guitars will be know

From the journaling this morning: … How to level up as a writer:  don’t just follow “good” advice but do the work of testing it in your own writing, and by finding out how long-term successful writing pros do it.  If I were going to train up a writer like Mr. Miyagi in Karate Kid, I

This started out with a perfectly obvious statement and went weird fast.  Just so you know, when I get feedback, yes, there’s this flash of complete disconnect with reality:  it’s not my fault you didn’t think it was perfect…but I sit on it.  If I trust you, I might vent a little first…but you can’t ghostwrite