I’ve got a lot on my TODO list today, so it might be a bit before I make return visits.
It’s the first Wednesday of the month, announcing September is here. Why am I an insecure writer this month? I didn’t so much as crack open book 2 during August, and I’m supposed to be trying to finish before the end of the year. I dabbled in book 3/4 and added 9K toward a companion novel, but I haven’t made a push toward doing what I’m actually supposed to be doing with regards to writing.
I haven’t made much progress toward any of my goals. Not much writing. Absolutely no art. I stopped working out, stopped vacuuming, stopped mowing the lawn. I let someone else take care of the dishes, the shopping, and providing the meals. I switched from producing to consuming. I let life become routine, and I paid the price for it.
It was pointed out to me that I wasn’t doing enough.
So here it is September. I’ve already started my anti-lazy-Loni efforts. I’m back to eating only between 11-7, aiming for healthier foods. I’m doing kettle bell swings to try to get some strength training back into my routine. I bought an art course to improve my landscape skills. I intend to spend at least one day a week on my book 2 rewrites. And, of course, I’m trying to be a better human being.
Hopefully, it’ll be enough for myself and everyone else.
IWSG Question of the Month – How do you define success as a writer? Is it holding your book in your hand? Having a short story published? Making a certain amount of income from your writing?
For me, success would be finishing this darn series. That’s all I want to do. I don’t even want to sell the books anymore.
What does success look like for you? What do you do to remain productive? Have you ever felt like you were deficient?