Productivity this week has been vaguely sucking. I assume it’s the combination of the seasonal change, my birthday coming up (they get a little more looming after 50), and me allowing myself to think of things I can maybe now do this year in addition to TINSEL RAIN. Although things aren’t perfect there. Ideally I would like to get GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND out, and maybe finally finish PROJECT SHIVA (I finally realized what the problem was*), but I have to be realistic: I can definitely get the first ready for alpha reading this summer, and maybe even both. But even my blue-sky goals for the Kickstarter involves only being able to self-publish GHOSTS in a timely fashion.
That is not bad, obviously. I know plenty of writers without this many options. But apparently thinking about this stuff doesn’t help productivity much.
Moe Lane
*Not nearly supernatural enough. There’s a giant bleeding hole in the middle of it where the supernatural was, and it’s absolutely obvious to see.
https://nypost.com/2022/03/08/ancient-japanese-killing-stone-said-to-contain-evil-demon-has-cracked-open/
Somehow, so very fitting.