It's nice to feel caught up. Or at least close to it as I'll probably ever be.
For the first time in a long time, all of my projects at the day job are on schedule. My third novel and novella are with the publisher (and I met both of my personal deadlines by the hair of my chinny chin chin).
My apartment is a bit of a disaster, and I really need to get back on my healthy eating kick before I outgrow all of my clothing, but I'm willing to give myself those concessions, because I'm feeling pretty happy with my careers.
I'm happy and pleased, but I'm now in a sort of "what now" mode. I have a limitless pile of future projects, and I even have a historical romance in the works for my pen name. But I feel this need to tackle one of those to-do stories first, and I'm not absolutely sure which one is best. One is calling me name a little louder than the others, but it's still tough to choose. For the first time in a couple of years, I feel like I get to choose what I work on next. It's both thrilling and terrifying.
I suppose I should stop procrastinating with this blog post and commit to something. Commitment is scary too, but that's another topic.
I admire authors who jump from one project to the next, seemingly taking only a couple of hours to clear their desk (and probably do their dishes). I want to be one of those writers, and I think this is my moment to become one. As long as I pick a project and start it pronto.
Anyone else ever struggle with this?
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