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Mar. 1st, 2024 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chocolatepotFelt like utter shit this morning and I don't really know why. I mean, I did have a Work Flub yesterday that got me a "you did a wrong thing" email from my boss, but I feel like it's deeper than a response to that. Just burnout, I suppose. ADHD something or other from having been too on-the-ball earlier this week. Had a browse of MANY, NEMA, and Hartwick's job boards and found nothing at all for me.
OTOH feeling like this always gives me a bit more of a drive to write, because a) there's the remote possibility of magically being able to support myself by writing so I could quit (extremely unlikely but hey, so are so many good things one hopes for) and b) I find the idea of just going to meetings and dusting paintings while having coworkers know that even if they all think I'm a fuck-up, I'm a published author (technically already am but it doesn't count because of Reasons) very funny. This is all very silly but one needs something to cling to.
Paused working on the sequel novella to go back to finishing my novel because it is SO CLOSE. I could have the first draft done in like two weeks, or rather two weekends.
OTOH feeling like this always gives me a bit more of a drive to write, because a) there's the remote possibility of magically being able to support myself by writing so I could quit (extremely unlikely but hey, so are so many good things one hopes for) and b) I find the idea of just going to meetings and dusting paintings while having coworkers know that even if they all think I'm a fuck-up, I'm a published author (technically already am but it doesn't count because of Reasons) very funny. This is all very silly but one needs something to cling to.
Paused working on the sequel novella to go back to finishing my novel because it is SO CLOSE. I could have the first draft done in like two weeks, or rather two weekends.
