On Monday 19th February, after diligently working on it since November 2017, I completed the vomit draft of my second manuscript.
Me? Yeah, I just finished the vomit draft of my second book, no big thing.
*Internally celebrating with unrepentant, victorious screaming*
— Steve Russell (@stevetendo) February 19, 2018
The very next day I was back to my ‘day job’, earning the cash needed to put food on my table and keep the lights on by [job description redacted] with [expletive deleted] [description redacted].
Because writing in the dark is hard, especially as my process sees me perpetually bathed in the light emitted from my screen.
What’s the alternative? Actually write with my hands? What are you, a barbarian?!
It was a tough reality check after such a personal high, to once again make my way into a day job that was always meant to be a temporary (no pun intended) gig.
Let’s just say it didn’t work out that way. Yet.
My therapist once asked me what I get out of my job.
The answer surprised me.