Sometimes, you just can’t. And that’s OK, dammit.
Back at the keyboard after a week reset in the mountains of beautiful British Columbia. OK, I was at Whistler, not exactly roughing it, but that’s not the point.
The Air Quality Index of 1 is the point.
Being surrounded by mountains and trees is the point.
I was able to take this time away (including sending Rufus to a boarding…ranch) thanks to cooperative family members and the settlement from being hit by a 4Runner back in March. And to say I needed the reset is wildly understating it. Like to the point of absurdity.
I’m working on a longer write up of my week, with details like the realization that I need to be doubling down on finding and signing more freelance/ghostwriting clients, but in the meantime I wanted to say this:
Sometimes, even external accountability isn’t enough to get me through a project, and that’s OK.
I’m just not in a place where even 750 words/day is something I can manage every day, so have thrown in the towel on Writing Month. I’m still making progress on both book 2 and edits on book 1 (with a goal of being ready to query in the new year) in my series starring an Intuitive Investigator.
I’ve also begun working up a series for my professional blog, still quite nascent but it will revolve around the value of what’s coming to be called “editorial content” for small businesses looking to increase brand awareness.