At least there’s hockey
So 2021 is off to a rockin’ start. As we rejoiced when 2020 ended, I pessimistically reminded: there’s no guarantee this year will be better.
People are still getting sick, many small businesses have been shut down, I’m quitting my job, politics are a frightful mess, and the news is more melodramatic than a soap opera. AND there’s nothing good on Netflix. Can they puh-lease hurry up with the next season of The Witcher already?
Not surprisingly, people don’t want to read dystopian fiction. I guess watching the world burn is only fun when it’s an unlikely scenario. Nevertheless, I plan to continue writing my urban fantasy/ paranormal dystopian series.
This year, I hope to publish at least two books: the final book Lilith’s Story, Lilith’s Angel, and book seven in Muttopia, Hungry Dog.
I have not planned release dates for these projects–because I am done setting deadlines for myself. Yep, you read correctly.
No deadlines.
Why? Here’s how I behave with deadlines:
- Set arbitrary date
- Procrastinate
- Assure myself I have enough time
- Procrastinate productively
- Avoid looking at calendars
- Procrastinate frantically
- Cower before the approaching deadline
- Berate myself
- Write frenetically, skip sleep and meals
- Push deadline back anyway
- Repeat
Instead, I plan to eat a bite of the elephant every day. No pressure. We’ll get there when we get there.
As for the chaos and anxiety we’re being subjected to, I intend to use this year as practice. Time to apply the stoic wisdom I’ve been consuming.
Despite all the uncertainty, things aren’t so bad. Really. Plus, the NHL hockey season is about to start! Go Leafs!
Be kind. Be strong. Nurture yourself, better yourself. Take responsibility. And keep reading!