I start a lot of things.
I did a deep dive through my Google Docs this weekend to try to get my brain around some of my projects.
Here’s the thing. I think I can do everything. In fact, I KNOW I can do everything until I fail and decide that I can’t. I have no idea what my limits are, so I just ride my delusional little train into some pretty weird places.
I turned up a crazy amount of work, most of which I’d forgotten and abandoned. Some of it with good reason. Some of it deserves some attention.
Where do you start, though? I chose to start with the lowest hanging fruit. I chose to publish two of the longer romances over at Kindle Vella under a pen name. Partly because I didn’t feel like they were in my genre, partly because I didn’t want to take them to the next level. I put everything up and scheduled it out. Done.
I started organizing my narratives and essays and various brain dumps into a non fiction. When I took the time to read through them, there were a lot more surrounding a central theme than I realized. And it wasn’t even the book I thought I had.
I guess this is an exercise in organizing chaos.
But, the end feels attainable. I’m checking boxes. And I don’t know what will end up working and what won’t, but man it feels good to be moving forward. To see completion as an option.