Nope, that isn’t misspelled.
I have a problem with BIC. Butt in Chair. I have a big problem putting my butt in the chair to do the work.
It’s as though I reached my big goal of being published and that was enough. It’s not that the stories have gone away or anything, it’s just that the internal pressure is gone. I let off the gas and I’ve had a really hard time pushing back down on the accelerator.
It’s gotten so bad that the fanfiction that I used to update regularly — a once a month date that I managed to make for almost five years, just stopped being written too. It was like I couldn’t stand the thought of opening a word processing program or a blog made me just cringe.
Could it have been depression/stress/diabetes/insert reason here? Sure. Thing is, those answers all feel as though I’m lying to myself. Like I’m blaming something outside for something simpler: I achieved a goal and never set a new one.
Sure I’ve had those nifty goal posts going on, but I never really internalized a large over-arching goal.
I’m doing that today instead:
Old Goal: Be a published author. — CHECK
New Goal: Be able to sustain myself on my book sales. — EEEP I’d better get going!
So, see you on the flip side. Maybe I’ll even be blogging more. Who knows?
