It seems strange to say that I'm burned out, considering that I love my job. I love being a freelance and fiction author. I love that this is my career. And, yet, it's like pulling teeth for me to write anything these days.
I have several projects that require a significant amount of editing. For me to edit, I need uninterrupted quiet. This isn't the case when I am writing first drafts; I could write next to a screaming baby and not notice.
But, that's the problem. I have several projects that need me to edit them. Normally, I don't mind, but it's been a stressful several months for me and, frankly, the idea of sitting down to the computer to do anything but play video games seems like hell.
I'm tired. I often get like this in the fall. My body takes a couple of months to adjust to the lack of light and the chilly weather (though, it has been a nice autumn this year, helps make up for the crappy weather all summer).
I'm trying to soldier on, but for the next while, I'm cutting things back a little. After a crazy summer, I need to ease myself back into a routine. Or, rather, find my routine again.
I promise to take a vacation soon and send it completely doing brain dead things [image error]
Published on October 12, 2010 18:56