I'm sure my Untethered Realms buddies are all looking forward to me being awesome on another one of my fabulous vlogs. No really. I have a Youtube Channel now. Currently it has two vlog posts on it.
And today's post... isn't one of them.
The sad thing is that I volunteered to do our first ever Untethered Realms vlog post more than two months ago, thinking that I'd have more than enough time to get everything done.
What I didn't bargain on was the whole-scale destruction of my available time.
So one day, I will get into a regular vlogging groove during which I will post one fabulous vlog featuring me (because I'm hugely entertaining on film, not to mention eloquent.) But today is not that day.
It got me thinking, though. Is it me, or is 2016 just rough on us writers? My writing is about a tenth of what I had (conservatively) anticipated having. Add to that the general stress and strain and just general curve-balls that is life...
Chaos, I tell you.
Sheer bloody chaos.
And I don't know why. Did someone push a button somewhere? In which case, shall we gather together with flaming torches and pitchforks? Because I for one want to kick that person's ass.
I mean really. Life being busy is one thing, but I'm one of those people who likes having something to show for my time. But it's almost year-end -- Don't laugh. You know you'll blink at the end of this post and we'll be singing Auld Lang Syne. -- and I've managed exactly one finished project in total. And only that because I had done 90% of the work last year already.
I could be pulling out my hair because of this. Really I could. In fact, I was there, emotionally, a month or so ago, but then I realized something.
Sometimes, even our best efforts and intentions won't lead to our expected results. Boo! Yeah I know that sounds like a serious downer, but actually it's not. Really, it's a permission slip to cut ourselves some slack.
I know I'm not this unproductive because I've been slacking. I've been struggling because 2016 is hard. And if you're sitting in the same boat as me. Gosh there are a lot of you.
Those of us sitting in this boat are going to have enough trouble keeping it afloat until things get better again. Let's not add to the weight by carrying along our guilt and failure anxieties.
So. I've had to adapt my expectations for what I want to achieve in 2016 because the alternative would be working myself into an early grave. And I've realized that that's okay. Hopefully next year our little boat hits a nice island filled with muses and plot bunnies and we can get some serious work done.
What about you? Are you in the same boat as me? Yes? Welcome. No? Call the coast guard. Please and thank you.