In the last thirty-six hours, more projects have piled up on my To-Do list.
Lots of stuff to write.
Some absolutely great ideas.
Things I want to do.
And that will pay a nice figure, in the long run.
And that’s the rub, the long run.
All these new beautiful projects laying here in front of me would require hard work and lots of time.
A nice bit of research, too.
And long hours spent writing.
And that’s OK – that’s the deal, that comes with the territory: you want your story, you sit down and work for it.
So that’s not really the problem.
The problem is putting one month of work in a story that will pay six months later, when you have no margin, when you are living hand to mouth.
I had a big payment coming, and two speaking gigs lined up, that were supposed to cover for two months neatly.
The big payment came, and my bank instantly burned it up to cover some overdue bills. Now all I have is two speaking gigs. The first one’s Friday night.
Ramen days are back again.
A classic problem of my beloved writer heroes of the pulp era, granted, but really sharing their condition is not as thrilling as it may sound.
So what I am doing is reworking my timetables, to make room for future projects and for quick-and-dirty, quick-pay jobs. To keep the lights on while I work to build a future income.
And this is where I thank my readers and my Patreon supporters, because you guys are helping a lot.
Enough of this status report.
I have a story to write, and a submission to clean up.
No rest for the wicked.
Or the penniless.