Generic Life Update 1/13/23
Honestly the worst part of writing for me is coming up with the title after I've finished the project--it's not enough that I wrote the story??? I need to name it?!--and it turns out that's true for blog posts, too, so here you go: A Generic Life Update.
Writing was hard for me in 2022 from about August on (by which I mean I was "only" managing 17-21k a month, instead of 50-70k a month, because I am an absurd human) and I just felt... blah a lot of the time. Low energy, not very creative, busy busy busy. Now, objectively I know that a good chunk of that is due to producing the audiobook of His Secret Illuminations, which required me to listen to 15+ hours of audio repeatedly and thus destroyed my writing time, but there were other contributing factors. I was spending too much time on the internet, not taking great care of my meat sack, etc.
I decided to make some changes, and I decided to make them at the new year, not because I care about resolutions but because I had a cute planner I bought at Daiso back in 2021 and never used and my brother bought me a cat-themed stationary set for Christmas. Aesthetic, y'all. I had ten whole days off from work in December, which was great, and that gave me time to just chill and play video games and write and figure some stuff out.
I'm now two full weeks into the year, and doing things like "making sure I move my body in a healthy way every day," and "taking the time to play video games instead of doomscrolling twitter," and "reading actual books and not just fanfic," and "sewing actual garments for myself with the many materials I bought for that purpose," and I regret to inform you that I feel fucking great and I've already met my wordcount goal for the month. Taking care of myself makes me feel better? How insulting.
Here's to a 2023 full of self-care, cats getting in the way, high wordcounts, and many runs of Hades! Happy Friday!