As I explained yesterday I am in a battle with a seller to get paid what I am due. After going through the fiasco of gathering everything they wanted, they are still giving me the royal run around. Which is enough to irk me beyond reason.
However, if I spend my days sitting and dwelling on the injustice of it all that will halt my work in the tracks. I have, however, put the release of book 2 on hold as you’ve seen until it is straightened out.
That being said, that doesn’t mean that I’m not still busy at work. I have no intention of stopping my work. During a conversation with a friend, they mentioned being happy that I had one book out, and another so close to being there. Which is great. Except, we are in April and I have no will to spend the rest of my year twiddling my thumbs.
I’m currently working on other avenues of writing and it is coming along great. I have begun working on a schedule and taking it extremely seriously. I’ve accomplished a fair amount of work and will continue to do so.
I can’t simply stop because there are complications on the business end, or even with writing book three. I need to keep writing. It’s like breathing for me.
Without writing my mental health takes a huge hit, not to mention all my days blend together. I can’t stand not having a goal to aim for. It makes me feel like I’m simply wandering around and that isn’t me.
So, I handle the business aspect whenever they contact me during our exchanges, then compartmentalize that and get back to work on the next project. There was a time in my life, not that long ago, that something like this would derail me for the rest of the year or even well into the next year. I’d give up, feeling more than a little hopeless about the whole thing.
I can’t say that I will always be able to push matters into compartments like I have, but it is something that I’m working on. There is no way that I can automatically change what is going on, and I am doing everything that I can to rectify the situation when I can.
Beyond that, I need to focus on the parts that I can control. It is the only way for me to continue to do things instead of laying in bed and wallowing in my own self-pity.
Until next time, lovelies, remember to L.O.L. (Live it, Own it, Love it) or it isn’t worth doing.