Blelo evwebody.

It is rainy. It is always rainy these days. It does not feel like summer.

And I am doing it again. I am starting to feel like I am not writing enough. I feel like I should be more prolific. I keep beating myself up because I haven’t gotten around to writing those short stories floating around my head, or starting those other novels.

I also feel like I haven’t been published enough to be taken seriously. I looked at my “Published Work” page and although it makes me happy, I feel like it’s “not enough.”

Of course this is all nonsense, but I just want to do this author thing full-time and pump out lots of stuff and have people all over the world read it all and love it. ❤ That would be nice.

What I should do (instead of pouting), is just sit down and write something, gahdammit! The next time I think about one of those short stories, well golly gee, I might as well start writing the damn thing. :o| Makes sense, eh?

No one’s stopping me but me, after all.

Hope summer weather comes soon.

Happy writing,
-J