One of the things I realised quite early on was the first full year of actually self publishing (and not just the foundation work before it, which, you could argue has been about 20 years in the making) is going to be *crazy*. I’m on my two week countdown right now and I’m really worried. Actually, by the time this post goes live it’ll be 12 days to go and it’ll be one of those crazy things I wrote in the downtime between *stuffs*.
And that’s where I am right now. Taking a run at filling out my backlist and creating short stories in anthologies, and writing novels for publishing and and and…
And it finally dawned on me. If I’m talking about it, I’m not *doing it*. And if I’m not *doing* it, what’s the point. Where’s the point in a todo list that carries over day to day?
So, that’s what I’m tackling now. I’ve stepped down from jobs that I can’t reasonably do. I’m reworking my days so that there’s a reason to get up in the morning instead of going back to sleep when everyone leaves. I’m working on ensuring that I’m awake in the mornings, even if it means feeling like crap for the first few hours.
And I’m finishing Glass Block. I have a week, and then it goes to my proofreader. Woo.























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