We’ve reached the I’d-rather-burn-it-than-read-it-again stage of writing/editing. I’ve spent entirely too long working on a novella. But this is what happens when you start writing something that bumps up against personal issues AND you’re dealing with crippling depression.
Also, I’m terrified of self-pub.
Also, also, I have no idea what genre the story is.
It started as a one-off vampire romance vignette. That’s not where it stayed. I need to finish the darn thing. I’d like to publish in October. Eek.
And then, I have some shorts I can put into a collection of my own work. Eek. And then… I have some things on the back burner which could come forward. Also eek. Because I have world building to do in any case. I like world building, but it takes absorption and hyperfocus. I used to love those things, but they’re hard to sink into anymore.
And it occurs to me that I’m whining. I’m grateful to be in a somewhat better place that I can contemplate accomplishing things. If I write it down and make the goal, it’s more likely I’ll stick to it.
October: self-pub vampire/urban fantasy/thriller novella
November: self-pub urban fantasy collection of previously published and new short stories
Stay strong. You can do this!
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