Since my burnout in June, I’ve only just begun to get back to normal, but my year of non-progression has made me feel shitty about my future. Where am I going if I’m not writing? What is it all for?
But I’m emerging, I’ve written about ten thousand words of a new story, but just the thought of all time wasted in the months before makes me depressed 😦 I wanted to have at least one other story out before now, but I have failed myself. Maybe next year will be better.
Yesterday was the last day of my chronicling my writing progress and it was a failure. It didn’t prompt me to write any more than necessary and I don’t really care. I thought I could eventually go back t]and find my old productive self from last year, but she’s still lost 😦
More like 29 days of not writing. But I got two more cross stitch patterns in the mail so I might try those instead 😦
No writing what so ever 😦 I did some cross stitch instead. Made a lot of progress until this morning when I saw I made a mistake and got annoyed. I’ll come back to it later.