In addition to all of the side gigs that I do to try and cobble together enough money for rent and bills and such, I really still need to be writing for me. At the moment, I’m barely touching any of my personal projects. Book 2 of my series is stalled and has been for a while and one short story is sort of living in draft 4 editing limbo. I just feel so drained by the divorce, my health, my mother’s being incredibly ill, and having to get ready to move by myself.
I need more hours in the day.
I’d like to think that I would use them to write or be productive, but, let’s be honest here, I’d probably just use them to sleep.