Yeah, I know, its six days into the New Year and I still haven’t done the promised blog here about how this coming year might look. And that’s because I’m still not sure. I was working out of the house between September and November (should have been December but I fell in work and gave myself the most impressive concussion I’ve ever had, therefore finished up a bit early). I’m now back out of work, and looking for a new job because it was only temp and I was good with that.
Plans for my writing
The New year didn’t make it any easier to make plans for what I wanted to do with my writing – to be fair, all I do right now is sleep (still very depressed and tired, even though I’m six weeks post-concussion), and do some work on 750words, but I do have a plan. It does mean I’m going to be secret-squireling for about six months, but that’s ok. It’s not as if it’ll take me away from writing already in the works/complete.
Writing plans are, as always, contingent on what happens with my work, because making an income for my family has to come top of the pile. Even for another year until we get out from under the pile of bills left with me after I finished freelancing and clients refused to pay. I estimate that’ll take until the summer, then we can start saving for our wedding etc. but y’know, hope springs eternal that I’ll find a (well-paid) job that lets me write too.
Plans for other stuff
I know I’ve talked on here about grief and miscarrying, and all of the other stuff that went with that. We’re still no further forward and after another ‘event’ over my birthday, David and I have decided, for now, to call time on the whole trying to get pregnant cycle. It probably doesn’t help that we’re both stressed to the eyeballs over what to do about the youngest, various sick members of both families, living so far away from everyone and basically having no real time to work out or grieve properly, but I really feel like there are parts of my life that need sorted out before I look to the future. It’s not even fixing the past – can’t be done, so I’m just going to get myself to a point where I’m at peace with it, it’s more…having a routine and working and doing stuff that’s good for me instead of what’s good for everyone else. I did it when I sat my degree, and I’m very proud of that, but there are other things I can do too. I just have to find my way out from under the grey clouds first for some of it. My brain isn’t dealing with happiness the way it should, and more than anything, that’s something I need to fix, and it’s all internal.
When all’s said and done, there will be new books this year. I promise. I’m just not sure when. Given the secret squirrel project is taking away half of my time, it’s a bit difficult to say ‘this is what I’m going for’. It’d be nice to have five novels out by the end of the year, time permitting, but I’ll be satisfied if I just get three or four. Again, it’s all down to whether I get a nice job or if I can stay home and PR to cover the bills, and write for the rest of my time. Even shaving down our outgoings and what I pay for, I still need to work about 20 solid hours a week to make anywhere near what I’d need to cover bills, which is why anything extra goes straight to said bills
That said…there’s going to be a weekly ‘state of the writing’ on Author, Interrupted, with pretty pie charts and metrics and other fun stuff ;).
And finally, the blog schedule. It’ll appear here before the 15th, so you know where I’m writing, when and what for.