It’s been about six weeks since I quit my job and I don’t regret it, however, living out my fantasy is a bit different to what I expected.

I’ve been reading a lot and writing a bit, but not as much as I imagined. I think I’m too focused on monetizing the fruits of my labor. I was off-kilter for a bit, thinking that pivoting to screenwriting is the best way to make money off my words. Maybe that’s why I had writer’s block – because I lost focus of what I truly enjoy writing.

Anyway, all of this is to say that I’m going back to my roots. I’m going to focus on writing my little romance scenes and not worry so much about monetizing. I’m going to write for the joy of it. I’m going to write things that I would love to read —sensual things that make my pussy tingle.

My goal this month (and the rest of the year, really) is to write perfectly imperfect scenes, celebrate shitty first drafts, and pound on the craft.

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What I miss…

One thing I miss about my old sales job is the competitive aspects. Every month we’d be ranked based on performance and I’d silently choose a target who I wanted to beat the next month.

With that in mind, I’m going to see about finding some trail runs to inject more competition into my life (and hopefully make new runner friends along the way).