Overwhelmed with Work and Underwhelmed with the Results

For the past couple of months, I've been traveling and working and working and working. Some of what I've done has been for myself (a new novel and a new memoir coming to life, while I've been trying to meet deadlines for the books I have coming out next year), but quite a bit has been for other writers.

As a coach/editor/ghostwriter, I'm as invested in my clients' works as if they were my own. I won't take on a project that doesn't interest me, because I wouldn't do my best work, and I don't believe in giving my clients/students anything less than everything I have. I think that bodes me well, but it also bites me in the butt, because my clients seem happy, so, therefore, they give me more work!

Still, there are days I'm so tired that I can barely read a page for enjoyment, and I think I need to learn how to organize better than I am.

I'm beating myself up right now, and I think I probably need to quit writing this and get back to doing the work that puts food on the table.

Thanks for letting me have a mini-rant.

Peace.