It seems that we can be completely focussed on a single task to the detriment of all else, and, when that task is complete, suddenly we feel totally drained.
That’s how I feel right now.
The end of one year, and soon the start of another…
All I have to do is get over Christmas, take a few days off, and then I should be invigorated. Perhaps COVID will have something to do with it because it will be more of the same, rather than a brave new world, and it will be like it was since about March last year, head down, tail up, with nowhere to go, no travel to plan, and not able to go anywhere other than the shops, the doctor or the chemist.
For computer programmers who never leave their semi darkened lair, ordering in pizza and Coke, it must have been a Godsend.
Given that I prefer to be at home, working on any number of stories, it usually is for me.
But, have I been working too hard, and it’s finally got to me. I mean, you can only write so much before the brain starts to fry?
But, at the very least. I have been working on two novels that needed to be completed, not that they are exactly there yet, and other that NaNoWriMo kicked along, and I’m still writing a few pages a night, and two others that are now ready for the final edit.
This has all happened to the detriment of my episodic stories, which have lain idle since October, and then I picked up one, and wrote two or three more episodes, just to keep it ticking over. The other two still have five spare to publish soon.
And I know it might show signs of panic but April is coming rapidly into focus, and there will be the A to Z Challenge, 26 more stories in 30 days. I’d like to get a head start on this, but time….
Something else that pleases me, and is entirely unexpected, is that I have sold a number of copies of my books in the last month or so. I know I’m not about to be vying for the top of the bestseller list, but it’s satisfying.