For every less word that I need to write for others, I lose many more for me. How does that work? You would think fewer words for others should equate to more time for me to dedicate to my own writing, right?
What is the problem? Am I lazy? Has another job materialized? Have I fallen ill? No, no, and nope. In a word, my problem is…
Productivity has ground to a halt. I spend my time rushing around like a fool in the hunt for perfect presents and stocking stuffers for all. Sure, I submitted a short piece to a Canada Writes contest, but it was a mere 500 words and it didn’t make it to the semi-finals. I also penned my annual Christmas letter to friends and family, but that is only seen by them. I suppose that means that I haven’t been completely void of words, but they haven’t exactly been prolific and they certainly aren’t netting me any riches.
No matter. The spirit of the season is pushing me along. I have let go of certain things; like actively searching out more work before the school holidays. The new year always brings a spurt of energy and inspiration, and I am hoping that I can jump on that bandwagon. Plus, I have set myself a goal to finish editing Africa and move into the promoting of it.
Hello publishers, can you hear me knocking?!
In the meantime, I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I hope your pen never runs out of ink, the stack of paper you write upon always stays thick, and the ideas flow like a torrent all year long. But if you don’t mind me asking…
How do you keep your motivation mobile over the holidays?