The Facebook reminded me of a personal milestone when I checked in this morning.
I’m really conflicted about this.
On the one hand, this life event was the culmination of leaving professional work in April of 2018 and giving myself time to indulge in my hobbies. Well, hobby: writing. More specifically, story telling. It turns out that my only other hobby turned out to be rage hair growing.
That Fall, I participated in National Novel Writing Month – aka: NaNoWriMo – for the first time. I’d sat it out the prior six years because it occurs in November and that’s just hell with a retail career.
After completing my 50k word goal, I fleshed out my story over the next couple of months to around 90k, took a swipe at editing and declared my story “good enough” for the telling.
Then I started exploring publishing options. Because I wanted this to be a hobby versus a career, I was quickly and easily turned off of traditional publishing. The horror stories of deadlines didn’t daunt me as much as the stories of writers getting fired by publishers after fulfilling their contract.
If I wanted to get dumped, I’d date.
So I leaned into self-publishing. I reached out to social media contacts around the world to pick their brains about their experiences. There were plenty of holes in my knowledge of the process, but I felt I understood it enough to take a stab at it.
The cover you see in the pic above was that stab. I decided to take a practice swing at the process by collating a blog theme from WordPress and going through the process. Ironically, the blog theme was about dating, which was a personal growth challenge I’d undertaken for the entirety of 2018. Effectively, my practice run at self-publishing was about dating and I’d decided on this route to avoid getting dumped by a publisher down the road.
I can mentally bend over backward for irony.
Anyway, it was a surprisingly intuitive process – even for a tech-naive Oldie Hawn like me. Sure, my first few orders shipped with blank backsides, but that’s all part of learning.
Since that initial foray, I’ve published two additional books. I have also completed three other drafts. All of that took place by the end of April 2019, so I feel like I embraced my storytelling hobby rather enthusiastically.
By the end of that April, I’d finished the draft of my third work in progress and had a timeline for release of all three.
Then the world basically ended. Or came to a screeching halt just short of meeting a calamitous end.
You’d think lockdown would have been a perfect environment to hole up and write, but I rarely wrote at home. As a matter of fact, finishing the draft of that third W.I.P. was a real challenge. I don’t have a comfortable writing nook here and used my daily caffeination or intoxification outings as the settings for my creative productivity. So, being forced to stay inside really curbed that process.
While I was home, not writing, I was also watching my third book not sell well and indulging in some good old self-doubt. My concern was that the cost of printing a 500+ page book was high enough that the lowest price I could charge (garnering me less than $1 in royalties, mind you) was too high to be palatable by consumers. I reached out to some early readers about my concerns and was assured that all was good, despite the story sales were telling me.
By the end of the year, I had decided to split the piece into two books. So now I really had five W.I.P.s and no mojo or pathway to publishing.
And that’s where I’ve been since January.
Not even proChristinating, just good old fashioned sulking.
I could dress it up and call it a writer’s ennui…
I’ve taken a couple of runs at recommitting to this blog. Trying to get at least a couple posts up a month. This week, I low-grade challenged myself to publish daily…a challenge I’d abandoned yesterday because I was worried I couldn’t follow through with regular posts after the fact.
Then that darned Facebook memory surfaced. Thanks, Fuckerberg.
But while I’ve been writing this, a news story dropped saying that the House had re-passed the most recent stimulus package, sending it on to the White House. President Biden is expected to sign it by tomorrow and stimmie checks should start going out by month’s end.
Assuming I get one this time (I didn’t get the second one, somehow ending up in the group that gets to claim it as a credit on their tax filings) I’d been vacillating between buying a Peloton or a new couch with the $1400. This was dependent upon achieving my goal of exercising more consistently.
More exercise = Peloton, less = couch for further potatoing.
Oddly, that is the theme for my third non-fiction installment: fitness. I’d blogged about it in the year leading up to my 50th under the fitfy hashtag and thought it was due for a revisit as I enter my mid-50s.
So now I’ve created a nice, vicious thought cycle for myself:
New couch could easily morph into a new desk set up at Chez Galby so I had a space for writing.
Which would keep me off of my couch more, in turn reducing my need to replace it.
But would inhibit my ability to buy a Peloton to reward myself for being more active and propel my fitness efforts further forward…giving me more to write about.
I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m not so much a “Friend of Dorothy” so much as I am Dorothy Gale and my mind is the cyclone that swept her away to Oz…only for us all to learn it was all in her/my head in the first place.
Maybe I should just start an OnlyFans where I can livestream a fundraiser. In it, I’m naked at the beginning and put on clothes as people donate.
I’m sure I’d make enough to accomplish all three purchases!
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The only other option is to drink yourself into oblivion but then, once you sobered, you’d wonder: “now what was I thinking before that last bottle?” LOL! 🙂 Follow your gut, man! Whatever you decide – you can make it work! Bare hugs!
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I thought Portland folks were alot more heartier than us “su-therners” where if it’s under 50° it’s too frigid to go cycling outside? I’d save the money and dust off the ol’ bike, gets some tights and go outside! (may even be good for your dating outlook?) and Myrtle – she’s going to tear up anything you buy to sit on over $50.
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OMG…it’s so gorgeous here this week! So naturally, just as I made my way out for a walk yesterday, it started raining. 🙄
That said, it’s gonna be close to 60 here today and will be 63 Saturday, so you might have a good point about my dusty bike. Hamburger butt, here I come!
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Peloton. Fuck. That. You know better. New couch? Cat with claws? Writing space – there you go. Buy a Pro Writing Aid year for yourself. Find a way to turn 500 pages into 350. Buy Scrivener.
Dig this. IKEA hack. Put $1.2k in the bank. Put your bike on blocks, tape your phone to the handle bars, get a demo month of Peloton. After 3 days realize it’s a honey, you do the dishes (etc) I’m pelotoning with the youth who have nothing to do but work out on other people’s $. Like yours. Ain’t no such thing as a $1,400 exercise bike. I was going to buy a new weight bench, just for the leg lifts. I mentioned this to a friend who has 2 titanium knees. “Why? You can do leglifts sitting on your bed.” We’re conditioned to think hardware devices have answers. Which is why I have three years and several $k worth of hardware synths for sale. We have the tools. Like the guy who said I’d chop all that firewood, pa, if’n I could find me a left handed axe.
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