What is Wrong With Me?

For anyone who has been reading this blog, it should come as no surprise that I have missed yet another deadline.  I didn't complete the first novella in December as scheduled.  In fact, I've barely written at all in the past few months.  It actually seems like I've done nothing, though I guess I've been quite busy.  I have no excuses for November, but December was a busy time with Christmas, the Wintersun concert and the World Jrs.  January brought back the NHL and it seems like there is a Leaf game every night.  I've also been playing hockey twice a week and have been planning a wedding since October.  Other than that, it seems that all my free time has been taken up playing guitar.  I recently got back into playing and got a new Ibanez as an early birthday present.

I realize that March 2nd will be the two year mark since I started writing and started this blog.  I'm disappointed in myself for letting it take this long.  I don't want to be one of those people who starts a book and never finishes it.

I also started plotting another book which  takes place in a dystopian society, but I haven't even put pen to paper on that one yet.  Actually, the plotting was never finished.

Back in October, I sent a short story to Tor publishing hoping they would buy it.  They offer 25 cents a word.  I did get a email back from them last month; my first rejection letter.  I was actually proud to receive it.  I think the story needs some cleaning up and maybe I will submit it to other Sci-Fi publishers.  I have also had a few other short stories floating in my head, but again, I've been lazy.  It's come to the point where writing feels more like a job.  I need to shake that.  Writing should be fun.  I would love to do it for a living, but I fear that if it were my job, and I had no one pushing me, that I would soon become one of those penniless writers you see in the movies.  That's why I think it's good to have a job and write, but I need to carve out more time.  The year I wrote my book, I seemed to have tons of time to write.  I was writing 5000 words a week.  Now, it seems like I have no time and when I do, I don't want to write.  I need to force my self no matter what.  The best part about writing the book was that I could keep track of my progress.  With editing, I don't have a very good way to track this.  If I found a way, perhaps I'd be more efficient.  I'm all about spreadsheets and stats.

I want to write tonight, but I have a feeling I will go home, nap and watch the Leaf game.  Maybe I will make dinner.  Oh, I have also been doing a lot of cooking lately and watching a lot of the Food Network.  My latest experiment was deep fried meatballs.  They actually turned out pretty awesome.

Anyways, today is Feb 21 and I would like to finish the first novella before my wedding, which is August 17.  That is six months from now so I am giving myself a lot of time.  It would be nice to have it up on Amazon and make a few extra bucks before the big day, but I'm not holding my breath.

NO MORE EXCUSES