Did legit nothing for the damned novel today. The highlight of the day was a heart-to-heart with M, my husband, about my anxiety and fear of failure. It went surprisingly well. There were barely any tears!
How are there still two days left???
My days have been red for over a century now... holy fuck six days is a long ass time. Why did I lock myself into this eternal hell? Oh. Productivity. Right. Oh well. The plan for today is to find more story ideas that fit my anthology theme, and to read the damned Manuscript From … Continue reading How are there still two days left???
So I did a different red task today…
Didn't read my manuscript today. Ended up looking for and applying for jobs, which just... yeah. Nerve-wracking as hell. But I survived it. Nobody hung up on me. Or laugh at me. My anxiety had a field day.
Dear Diary: Too much colouring!
Dear diary, Remember when I said that my goal for this whole system was to keep it all very cost effective? I mean, I know myself. I know how many new things I start, never to finish them. Cheap is the way to go for a new venture. But I fucked up with the colouring … Continue reading Dear Diary: Too much colouring!
Calling The Shots 