November 5th, 2020 – 771

Remember remember, the 5th of November…

Turns out this year, more metaphorical explosives going off in America than over here, but that is already far too much about you-know-what on this blog for today.

I’m in an odd mental space. When I reach the end of writing a novel, I often find myself hanging onto it for quite a long time before I move onto the next project. That is to say, my mental definition of the “main project” takes a while to shift from the last book to the current one. That’s, not happened this time. My mind is already deep into The Way Out, the next book in the series and the final of the “core trilogy”. It’s a book I’ve been wanting to write for about 5 years now, but I needed to do a lot of set up in earlier books.

My sleep schedule is a bit of a mess right now, late nights, early mornings, and I am quite shattered by this point. The good news though is I have the weekend to try and get back in sync, and I am mostly ok, so I don’t think it will take much to right the ship. Self care, being conscious of my mental health and wellbeing, and being honest about where that’s making me underperform. I feel lucky that I am able to be candid with work about that. And, recognising that I am doing well in most places, that I’m providing value in my job, that I’m managing my health, and of course, I’m writing a thousand words a day. If this is my baseline right now, I’m feeling good.