Well, I'm kind of in the calm before the storm. I've been busy getting my slacking in and otherwise preparing for a metric fuckton of various kinds of activity. Which starts tomorrow, pretty much.
First off, I'm helping a dude out with his business. He's working on a curriculum for aspiring writers to learn how to, among other things, get their own stuff published without going to traditional publishers. Now, I don't know if that's really the way to go, but I'll learn all about it because I'll be proofreading all of his materials. It's sort of a pro bono in that he's not paying for the service - but the exchange will be that I get all his data (he'll be selling the courses for something on the order of 3 grand) and on top of it, he knows a lot of people who need proofreading, so he'll send people my way.
I could make some serious bank doing this, even on a part-time basis.
Next up, I'm getting my bank loan extended so I can buy all the shit I need to get my webcomic going. This includes all the software I need to ALSO do freelance graphic artist work, which could really come in handy.
But the loan will also go toward some debt consolidation, which ought to give me some stress-relief.
This weekend I'm going to the Writers of the Future Awards Gala. I'm not, regrettably, one of the winners, but because I submitted, I got an invite. This means I have a chance to meet the judges, which include such literary luminaries as Anne McCafferey and a bunch of others I can't recall at this precise moment. So that will be cool.
Still all suck on the relationship front (and not the good kind of suck, either) but I've recently observed that trying to ignore that facet of my life isn't doing me any sort of good, so... I've also had it hammered home in a number of ways that I really haven't been looking in the right places on those occasions I have looked. And that, as they say, opens the door to a handling. So we'll see how it goes.
On top of all this, I'm determined to get SOMETHING rolling on my own writing projects. I've procrastinated way too fucking much on the second draft of my novel, so most likely it will be that. I still really do want to get that particular show on the road, and soon.
So yeah, my life is about to become a whirlwind of activity -- I've also gotta maintain my exercise schedule plus there are still MORE things I haven't even mentioned that will be going on next month. But this is good, you know? I'd feel like a complete fucking tool if all I ever did was talk about my plans and how I'm gonna do shit. Well, it's happening.
So I might still be a tool, but at least I'll have something to show for it.
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