On Writing: Missed Deadline

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Writing frustrations are about in my life.

The sheer stress and workload of my day job is consuming a portion of my life as expected. After moving, having to find a new place to live in a new state as well as learning a new job and new people and new responsibilities has interrupted my writing.

My tweeting is down.

My blogging is down.

My planned youtube series is pushed back.

And as a result, my stats have collapsed on twitter and wordpress. Additionally, my submissions to agents have stopped and my writing contest submissions have been impacted.

This is a difference than 3 months ago. I had a quasi-agent who had agreed to submit my stories, although on a conditional basis with a weird plan to submit to half the publishers, then get feedback, then to revise and submit to the other half. My blog was taking off. I had up to 800 views a day at a certain point. I was interacting with other writers. I had hired a freelance editor to proofread my completed manuscripts. I had submitted two short stories to writers of the future and a screenplay to The Blacklist. I was editing and curating the Midnight Traveler story collaboration with other writers. There was some minor cost to all of this, but generally, I was only out a couple hundred bucks, mostly through website hosting fees. I balanced all of this with my daily life and a full time job.

Then, I moved, while starting a small company on the side. This side business generated income so fast (up to $4k a month in gross sales) that I spent more time on that after my day job. The money was too good, especially after I moved. The art would have to wait.

My writing essentially stopped. I was making $0 from writing (maybe losing money and time). Some people I know in the new business make fun of writing in a way. They say Amazon publishing is dead. That was in maybe 7 years ago. The first mover advantage is gone. It is yet another industry where 1% get 90% of the income.

I don’t know. I have dreams. I want to do everything and don’t want to waste time.

Then my phone got destroyed by batteries plus and I lost 100 outlines to stories.

I could have given up. Why chase the writing dream?

For most people the answer is simple; because I enjoy it.

No. I fucking love it.

I was a weirdo who daydreamed stories in school instead of paying attention. I get bored watching movies knowing what will happen next. I get annoyed when things are dumbed down and exposition is there to spoon feed audiences. I read novels that are utter garbage. I get annoyed at big name authors who have every damn story ghostwritten for them because they don’t give a shit anymore about anything but the income stream. I get really annoyed at estates and publishers who pump out ghostwritten stories of dead authors.

I began writing again a few weeks ago. I had a few weeks to hit the quarter deadline for writers of the future. Out of the gates, I wrote a solid outline and wrote the first few thousand words like it was nothing. Then the story expanded. New characters were introduced until I reached a point a week ago that I admitted there was no way I could fit the entire story in 17,000 words. I spent a few days trying to deconstruct and simplify but it was all for naught.

The deadline was Friday night and I missed it. I spent Friday night playing XBOX and drinking Guiness because I deserve it.

I might have lost the battle, but I hope to win the war. I’ll keep my full time job. I keep my side business. I’ll be more efficient with my time and make a few hours for writing each week. Stories will get finished.

Deadlines will come and go; keep charging ahead and writing. Write for yourself. Write for your dreams. Write to bear your soul. Write to get famous. It doesn’t matter what your motivation is, just don’t quit. If you see other writers struggling on twitter, maybe spend a second away from spamming your self published kindle story and say hi to someone new. Share some trials and tribulations. They are not the competition. They are fellow writers with dreams like you.

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 15)


It happens every night in Vegas in every casino. Most of the time it is at the bar. Other times, they are called to people’s rooms (lower end surprise pricing). For the wealthy, everything is prearranged. 

It is fairly easy to spot. 

If you see a dressed up woman at a bar alone, constantly checking her phone and the bartender isn’t really trying to press them to chat as if they have seen them 100 times before, they are likely a hooker. 

If you see some nice looking younger women dressed to the nines, talking to an older, slightly pudgy man in a suit from India, China, or remarkably distinct nationality, between midnight and 3am in Las Vegas, they are a hooker.

If you see a man in their 60s with a cute blonde in her 20s, holding hands in Vegas, come on, that isn’t her grand daddy.

In my 8 days here, I’ve only been approached once. Last year I was approached once, almost to the point getting intercepted after taking an alternate path to avoid them. 

Last night, I was playing poker at a certain place and we all watched the negotiation commence from afar. The girl in white was aggressive as a leopard. We don’t know the pricing she was quoting him but he was toiling with the idea. It isn’t too often this man from Indian descent was probably away from his wife long enough to get a quickie and blame it on gambling losses. 

He walked away.

Then the woman in white turned and said something again, presumably a counter offer.

He returned to negotiations. 

We don’t know what the exact terms were. We think they were working in pairs and offering a three some at a cost of at least a thousand each due to their looks. 

Mr.Indian businessman toiled with it for 10 minutes, then finally decided to walk away.

Then the poker room peanut gallery shouted and yelled that he should have taken the deal, shocking the man thinking he was incognito. 

He shook his finger at us, when really, he should take a long look in the mirror.