I have so far spent my week like this:
- 28 Hours Editing & Writing Freelance Work
- 7.5 Hours Emailing
- 3.5 Hours Noveling
- 2.5 Hours Short-Storying
In that time, I’ve also:
- Sent off the promo material for my upcoming erotic collection, “Bound By Lust.”
- Met with an amazing artist, and then emailed with an equally amazing promoter and one of my favorite editors about a new project.
- Emailed a writer at least seven times asking for his (overdue) article.
- Had a conversation with another writer friend, trying to convince my favorite local coffee shop that they should stay open late for NaNoWriMo.
- Heard a writer friend’s good news. Heard a writer friend’s bad news.
- Saw the cover for a new collection (see below).
- Got accepted.
- Got rejected.
- Sent out ten invoices. Got paid. Got ignored.
- Screwed up. Typoed my way through sit. Like the word sit instead of shit. Fixed that shit.
There is a lot of non-writing to being a writer. The writing is the part I love the best. The rest is just the work that needs to be done in order to survive.
It’s not an easy life. I don’t recommend it.
Unless you read the above statement and still said, “Who cares what she says? I want to tell my story.”
Then, welcome to the club, kid. You already know the secret password: Write.