Beginning today, I’m going to have to pull back from even aspiring for five posts a week. I know you’ve noticed that I’ve not been hitting that mark very often of late. This is the official notice that I have to stop even trying. It’s not good for me.
I wouldn’t call it burn-out. I would write all day, every day if allowed. And that’s the problem. I have a full-time job. I have a home and garden to tend. I actually do live the loca-vore life, which is not an insignificant amount of time and effort. I have sons, both of whom need me a bit more of late. I still have dozens of boxes of books to sort through after this move. So I can’t write all day, every day. To make up for that, I’m writing all night, most nights. I’m awake and tapping on a keyboard for well over half of the hours that I really should be spending in dreamland.
It’s not burn-out. But it may be exhaustion. Hell, it may even be killing me. I certainly don’t feel all that healthy after several months of this crazy.
I also don’t feel like my writing is all that healthy either. And I really don’t like that!
So I’m not going to attempt five a week. I think I’ll commit to two, Wednesdays and Fridays. Most weeks I’ll likely have more than that to say. Some weeks I might find five posts bubbling out uncontrollably. But I suspect that will become a rarity.
In any case, I’m in this for the long haul… maybe I need to dial back on posting just so I have stuff to post several years down the road. There may be limits after all…
Hope this is acceptable!