It doesn’t feel like 2026. It feels like that every year, I know, but this year especially for me. The holidays have been…discombobulated. For sure. And I treated last night and today as much like normal days as I could. I’m trying to maintain as much of my normal writing/working rhythm as I can at the moment. I have stuff to finish. And it’s the best coping mechanism I have for everything that’s going on.
So…yeah.
I will say that I’m excited about this year. I made steps forward last year that I’m looking forward to continuing this year. This is going to be the year, I swear to all that is mother effin holy…that I will write more than one book this year. I’m pushing right now for that. I will continue to push. It is within my capability to do it…but because I haven’t done it yet, the mental side of it all is hard hard hard work. That’s what I’m really working on, the mental side of things. Pushing through all the resistance and anxiety—it’s this automatic, autonomic, entirely unconscious thing that just shows up all by itself, and I just have to deal with it. The best way to deal with it, in fact, is to do the thing, then do it again, and again…and then the anxiety diminishes remarkably. So, yeah…my ability to write more than one book has existed for quite some time, but I haven’t been there yet mentally. It’s coming, though. Where I’m at in my process tells me that this is the year. Also the fact that it has to be. I’m working on the giveaway novella/novel right now…but the next BOOK book in the series has to be written by the fall. The clock is ticking. But I can do it. Just have to keep pushing.
Sigh.
Morning was great today writing-wise. Evening was trash. Gotta work on that. And I will. Tomorrow.
Night night.