Good things come to those who hustle~
I missed a deadline today. It was a self imposed deadline, but a deadline, nonetheless. And while I’m still on target to publish book 2 of The Lust Diaries, I know I’m going to have to hustle real hard to make that happen in the next coming months. No big deal right?
Except in my brain it is.
I have this horrible habit of making myself feel like minor setbacks are huge failures.
And needless to say, I’m not very kind to myself in these moments. Why is it that after so much careful planning that I find myself falling short of the goal? If I plan to publish four titles this year, this is not the way to do it. I need to get my shit together. Stay up an extra hour to finish a chapter, knowing that I have to be up for the day job at 5:30 am. Write while eating lunch. Write while eating dinner. Write until my brain is so overworked that the idea of making simple sentences induces a stabbing pain in the place behind my eyeballs.
I gotta quit being counterproductive. PROductive is what I need to be. PRO-fucking-ductive.
So, instead of plunging down the “i’m a failure spiral”, I reexamined my goals.
My goals for 2015 are as follows: publish four titles, 2 full length novels, one novella and maybe one short. This is totally doable. The novella and the short are already written, they just need to be edited a bit before I publish. One novel is 75% done.These are good things. I am good. I am already ahead of the fucking game. I am not behind. This is not a failure. This is an extremely minor setback.
I had to remind myself that I’ve been preparing for this for years. I have written the words. I’ve researched my genre. I have entirely immersed myself in this thing called indie publishing. I need to trust that everything I have learned is in there. I need to trust that I know what I’m doing. I need to believe that I can fucking rock this.
Nothing beats hard work.
I’ve done the hard work. I hustled hard and good things come to those who hustle.