Pisaries Creator

I opened the first novel I wrote what seems a long time ago and read a few paragraphs. This was in 2021 and I thought to myself, “not too bad of writing.” Now, I need to start back up on my second novel and hopefully finish it by the end of this year (basically the second half of it) so I can rewrite in 2024 and self-publish it in later 2024. Then, I can move onto my third novel that will be one of the major three I want to work on next. I even helped my brain from malfunctioning by turning some of my initial novel ideas into novellas so I wouldn’t have to fill as many pages about five years ago. Do you think this really helped in the long run? Not really because I have more stories to write than not write.

The good thing is I’m feeling more like I used to be, minus the tiredness of having stupid autoimmune issues, and this helps me move forward. I really had to push myself last week to jog three miles and walk/hike when I wanted to stream a TV show or movie. I beginning to see myself as having more balance in my life and resetting my expectations once again to accommodate my lack of not being 30 years old anymore. I’m trying to find the best in my life and keep finding the pockets of light from day to day. I know there are things to be thankful for but other things to wish for in the future.

The saying goes not to put all your eggs in one basket. I’ve been trying to put them in places new to me and while nothing has really stuck, I keep trying. I’m alike others in some ways but built differently in other areas. While I wish I had strengths where I only find weaknesses, there’s no point in rubbing off spots that won’t disappear with the toughest of sponge. As my August nights keep me awake at times and supply me with continued weird dreams, I need to make time for writing interest/passion in my life again. I wish there were two of me to do all I want in these four months.

Whatever happens in four years, who the hell knows! Definitely, not me!