I have been stupid busy at work the past week, which means I don’t have as much time as I want to write. I know I need to work right now, it’s how I make a living. My writing doesn’t bring in enough right now and I’m okay with that, I really am. I write, because I love writing. I write because I have a million stories in my head that I want to get out. I have a great group of people that enjoy my books and one day if it grows, I’ll be okay with that too.
But, what I’m not okay with is how I am always comparing myself to everyone else. I watch as other authors are putting out book after book after book and I just can’t and haven’t. It’s frustrating that I have these stories that are just sitting on my desktop in progress and it’s taking forever to finish them. It’s frustrating that I’m so close to finishing A Killer Past and I just can’t get there. I have moments where I think I should just end the story, but I know if I do I’ll disappoint myself and my readers. It’s a constant battle with myself to remember that I am me. I can only go as fast as my life allows. I don’t want to disappoint people, but I also don’t want to disappoint myself by putting out something that I am not proud of.
Those are my thoughts for today, happy Sunday <3