Judgment-free zone here.
I've decided, in my manic wisdom, that I function better when my hair is on fire. This sounds counter-productive, but stick with me.
I'm currently: finishing "Canary: Out of the Shadows", editing "The Portrait", editing "What He Wants", buying ISBNs for my revised books and assigning them, putting together a book catalog, renaming and editing "Perfect Timing", and editing two short erotic romance stories for Christmas. 😁
It absolutely knocks my ass into the dirt, but I'm thriving with it. Well, not yesterday. When I thought editing "The Portrait" would be the hippest of beans, and I spent roughly 3 1/2 hours reformatting it. That was a nice descension into publishing purgatory. Still fucking with it. 😑
Talked to my therapist about my complete blocked feelings on "Canary: OOS". Like...I can't even bring it up and dick around in it. Something vitally important missing somewhere. We figured out I need tangible proof of my progress.
Well, hellooooooooo post-it notes!
I used to write word count start and finish on these bad boys so I could assure myself I actually did work that day. I'd gotten out of the habit. But in my mind, it's a starter AND an alternator. I will absolutely not keep track WHILE I'm typing because then I want to pluck my eyeballs out their sockets. It's only when I do not pay attention that the story usually works better.
I love to feel accomplished.
Don't we all?
I've run across an issue with the older books with some being in .pdf and some in .doc or .docx. That's a bit maddening because formatting is bullshit. I will stand by that statement forever. Utter. Ridiculous. Extraneous. Bullshit.
How I loathe it.
But, I'll figure it out. Hopefully. 😶
It's a roller coaster ride.
Helps to fan the flames in my hair.
😂
