Hello dear hearts.
What is it about the midyear “review” that makes us freak out? It’s not just me, right? Please tell me it’s not just me.
I have been spending a lot of time looking back on this year and feeling like I’ve only had one “good*” month and that was April. But then when I look back at April it’s because I had minimal responsibilities (no Wee One to take care for that month) and was able to focus 100% on my writing, my blog, my books, etc.
*Good as in 10 blog posts, 15 books, and three Instagram posts a week. I told myself to not get used to it, because cycles. But damn it all if I don’t wish I could do that every month.
Now I am caught in a Must Replicate The Energy of April, thus my Midyear freak out.
Spreadsheets Help, Right?
I wish I could remember at what point I stopped going after my dream of being a published writer. Published as in essays, articles, etc. not just novels. The most daunting part of this, is I definitely feel like I have to start from scratch. The last time I submitted and got writing published was in 2011? And the freelance writing field has changed so much since then.
The only writing portfolio to speak of is my blog, which I am constantly changing. It’s going to be slow going, I know. But I want to do it.
Currently, to support my dip back into freelance writing, I have started a Google Sheet for places to submit my writing. I only have three places so far, but it’s a start.
Something to Celebrate
Every Wednesday morning, I hop on Google Meet with one of my best friends and we write for about an hour and a half. It is one of the only times I get to do my creative writing. All my other writing days (all two or three of them) are spent on this Substack and my blog.
But…
The first chapter of my novella is done! I feel a little silly celebrating one chapter, but it’s one chapter I didn’t have and it’s one that I haven’t deleted in a rage. This is called GROWTH.
And I Leave You With This
Vintage Noir Lady In Red Vibes.
And now I’m off to drink my first cup of coffee, finally.
Until next time, dear hearts
-A