It’s Friday at last! Time to party! And by party I mean SLEEP. There’s been a lot of early mornings and late nights this week. My insomnia has been rampant the last
three years few weeks, also, and it feels like it’s starting to catch up with me.
(Update: Since I started writing this I have now accidentally punched my co-worker in the boob, spilled a bottle of water all over the floor, and been squished in the automatic door. Is it 5:00 yet?!)
I’ve been wanting to write a post abut the progress of the book I’ve been working on for a while now, but I’m not really sure what to say. I’ve made more progress on the non-fiction book than the fantasy story, which surprises me a little. I’m not usually one who’s big on reading non-fiction in general.
The book is going to be about some of the things I’ve experienced and learned from living with mental health issues. Rather than being like a self-help book (you guys know how much I loooove those :-P) it’s going to be more akin to what I’m doing on the blog here. Sharing stories, interjecting some humor when appropriate, and imparting my “wisdom”…You know, after re-reading that description, I realize how terrible it sounds. Nobody’s going to want to read this.
I didn’t set any specific goals for how much progress I make this year. I don’t really know what would be the most realistic goal to set, so for now I’m telling myself to just write. I’ve managed to get about 11,000 words out since the beginning of January, so I guess things are moving in a good direction.
Question for you writers out there: Do you ever feel like nobody is going to read the books you write?