I try to make no secret about the fact that I’m terrible at social media. Most of the people in my life, I think, know that I rarely update Facebook or Twitter, and I can’t even be bothered to keep this little site updated with my latest ramblings and thoughts. I don’t really know why this is the case. I like writing, clearly, just not about myself? Something like that. Maybe it’s also a side effect of having a 9-to-5 job that is focused on keeping things organized. I organize professionally, so not privately. Too much like work.
And that’s why it’s been six months since my last update.
I don’t have much to show for it. Work on projects continues, slower than I’d like, as the aforementioned 9-to-5 and other grim realities of life dominate my time. I’m impressed anybody finds time to churn out enough material to get started in this industry, and to devote the time to hunting for markets. I can get the writing part–barely–but the rest? Clearly not. It’s a Catch-22, really. If I had this as my actual, making-enough-to-pay-my-mortgage job, I’d have the time to do what needs to be done; but in order to get to that point, I need to devote full time to making it happen.
Eh, I dunno. This is whiny. One’s life is what one makes it. There are trivialities that distract me just as much as adult necessities, so how can I place blame on those? I am my own success or failure–which sounds like it should be an uplifting, motivating thought, but it’s actually kind of a depressing one.