I am exhausted tonight, but content.
This working-full-time thing is definitely an adjustment…but I have to say, it couldn’t have come at a better time for me and my writing. Which isn’t to say that my actual writing productivity hasn’t suffered, because it almost certainly has…
No, I mean that if I’d tried to work full-time even…three or four months ago, it might have been *disastrous* for my writing.
Not so right now. I put in two legit, solid hours of writing today. I got some major stuff worked through. I’m into the meat of the story now, and I can see a path to get from the opening hook to there. It’s coming together.
There is still a monstrous amount of work to be done on this fucking thing, but it is coming together. And it will be slower, certainly, than sticking to that 9-5 writing schedule I was working at the beginning of November…but this is okay. I will still get it done.
Why work full time? Well, we’re not otherwise earning money at the moment, but really, this is it in a nutshell, I’m not sure I’ve talked about this yet: I’ve recently realized how much the building has affected my writing. It’s a lot. I’ve really struggled to set boundaries for my writing time and stick to those boundaries–this is the root of almost all my failures writing-wise over the past year-plus–and managing this apartment building is a huuuuuge part of that.
So, realizing that, I needed another option. I needed a solution. The co-working space was one solution, and me working full time is another.
This job I’m working isn’t permanent, however. It’s only a contract gig. It will have an end. But, when it does, I’ll go back to writing 9-5 and figure out what my next contract gig is going to be.
I have to turn in, now…but my parting thoughts are these: I’m happy I’m working. It’s helping my writing, and I still feel very, very connected to it, very determined, and very clear about what I have to do to finish this book. It’s a good place. Tiring, but good.
Night.