As of today, Tuesday, the 8th of March 2016, I have been blogging for 177 days. 25 weeks. Nearly 6 months.
I have published on 130 of these 177 days.
This is my 201st post. I have averaged 34 posts/month. And 8 posts/week.
And I am a giant nerd for counting and calculating all of this.
I have no idea if these numbers are high… or low. Maybe this is average. I don’t know what these numbers mean to anyone… except me.
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I think I’m burnt.
I have been writing a lot lately. Maybe too much, if that’s even a thing. My kids are going to forget what I look like without a laptop on my lap. Oh, I am not neglecting them, I promise. But every spare moment, I’m writing for my blog. Or reading blogs. Or thinking of what to write next. It’s taking over my brain.
Over the past few months, my schedule has gone to hell. I stay up too late. I wake up with my kids. Between those two, I average about 4-5 hours of sleep. Unemployed and nowhere to be [a whole separate topic], once I’m alone again, I may sleep for another hour or two, but not often.
My general nutritional intake has gone to hell, too. I’m not eating junk. I’m not eating too much. The problem is… I’m barely eating. Coffee. Maybe an egg… if I’m feeling wild, some cereal. Later, coffee. And possibly more coffee. Then a healthy dinner. And… that’s pretty much it… unless I have more coffee. No way in hell am I eating a proper diet!
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I do love to write and I don’t plan to stop. When I am a very old lady all white-haired and frail, lying on my deathbed, my son or daughter or grandchild will be sitting next to me taking dictation. [I realize modern technology does not require this, but I much prefer this picture of my loved ones sitting with me.]
I need to ease up. The ratio of writing time to people time is skewed. I should play more with my kids even if they don’t ask. I should jump all over John and make it impossible for him to resist me… and I should have more sex. I need to stop thinking I have to publish as many posts as possible or my readers will bail. I am crazy. Because… absence and the heart and all that, right?
The other thing is… the majority of what I’ve written since I started blogging has been for the blog. It’s for me, too, of course. But I’ve been focusing on the blog more than any other writing project for a long time. It’s not as though I’m a ‘real’ author neglecting my amazing novel. I might have an amazing novel one day, but right now, I have a few pieces I’ve been mostly neglecting. Are any of them good enough to become my amazing novel? That is the unanswered question, isn’t it?
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I am going to try to post less. Maybe five posts a week… one a day, skip the weekends. This may still be crazy but I know me – it won’t be easy for me to cut back. But I need to re-prioritize my free time. I will still post Fiction Friday and the Weekly Perk. [I hope you enjoy those.]
I’ll still be reading your blogs, too. I just need to stop spending as much time as I have been writing for this blog. It’s not a drastic change – maybe no one will even notice I’m posting less. Or maybe you’ll be relieved that I finally shut the hell up for a while.