I know I got burned out cranking 3000 a day in commissioned sex stories - but working on my own stuff would mean I could work on sex stories, or YA stuff, or mysteries or romances, or what the hell ever I drag out of my volumes of WIP files. I'd feel so..so...accomplished if I actually finished some of those, and also edited some works that are pretty much done but certainly not ready for prime time. Never mind what it would do for my wee liddle Kindle income if I was cranking out just the sex books one a day.
So let me publicly commit myself to 3000 words a day on say, at least four days a week (the particular day being flexible depending on other obligations) for the rest of this winter - November, December, January, and February. I really think I will find it doable - and in the process set up a habit with myself to do it. I'm good at keeping up habits, once they become habits.
I think it will also help me to have some more "iron clad" sort of habits to drag myself out of this doldrums and feeling of not being in control I've had since the hubby started that round of hospitalization earlier this year. October was totally off the rails and I am still feeling very unsettled - and carrying a lot of grief over losing Pearlie, too. If I don't do something to keep me moving I could sink into a really dark place this winter.
Yay me, I can do this. Now - back to the novel.