Recovery

My last ghostwriting project went really south. (I guess I could joke it went so far south I had to move to keep up with it.)

Since then, I've not stopped writing, but I did take an extended hiatus from pursuing professional writing. That may seem silly to a stranger who doesn't know the full scope, but it was definitely a new place for me to both be and have to move past, which is something I take seriously. I know the economy didn't help, but I definitely lost some of the zeal I had before said project for professional work within this realm.

This year, I've slowly been working my way back towards getting back into the mix. It took me a while to decide the how, and it's taking me a bit longer to get back on any kind of a schedule.

I'm definitely someone who finds it easier to stay focused when someone else's project is concerned. When it's my baby, as some say, it's a lot easier to forget about building blocks and go straight to baby Einstein dvds. The latter is still a sort of foundation, but it's more a distraction solution than anything. (At least to me, for the purpose of this example.)

Initially, I thought my biggest problem would be discipline. Now, I'm realizing that despite my mostly carefree nature, I actually thrive off of scheduling. Since I'm in the process of jangling a schedule that was building for a while, that's become my excuse--my lack of ability to be decisive about how to manage my time.

I tried the freeform approach for a while, and that certainly did little to no good. So now I'm going to buckle down and start small with the schedule intrustions to see how that goes.

In the meantime, of course, I'm still writing all over the place. Hopefully, if this new plan goes well, the writing won't slow, but it will get a bit more focused and therefore productive in regards to some of the goals I've set for myself of late.

Don't let the lack of words fool you.

Despite my utter lack of posts here, I am writing a lot. Have been, actually. In too many places at times.

Given all the chaos since the end of '07, I guess it's to be expected that there would be a period of upheaval. I just didn't know it was going to take this darn long for the sea to stop swelling so deep.

As with anything in my life, self-discipline has been the core of what I've been trying to harness. I'm still not quite there. I've got a few letters to dot and cross, but I'm getting there.

And damn if it isn't a good feeling.