I want to write plot outlines for The Land of True Blood, a novella, and the Dark Dawn trilogy’s book 1, DarkDawn. It is supposed to be a campy, science fiction novel with bizarre humor written in. I figured that I could make this intense book 150 pages and leave it at that. My fiction and poetry have bizarre blockages going because I am not able to kick negative things people have said to me about my writing out of my system. I’m trying not to overdo anything this year, one of those being working myself to death, as workaholism is a real disease. You over do things for imagined love, and social acceptance.
My Deliberate Magazine article will eventually come out about workaholism given that I need to write it still. I have like five articles left for this job. My copywriting limit is three articles a day, maybe for two weeks. I also have to write my pamphlet, about my psychic stuff. I even have business plans I want to work on as well as finish in the next few months. I’m not getting a real job from the universe until the plans are finished. My USB drive has room in it for days, months, years.
In January and February I tried to write down my goals but I was too run down from my intestinal obstruction to make any headway on what I thought were my goals. This is why writing is the first work from home job, the ultimate work from home job. I mean in 2016, I was ready to start working at a real company, but I dislocated my kneecap and fractured my tibia in one day. So anyway, yeah, I have goals now that I’m feeling well enough to pursue them. I actually wrote poetry, gasp! I have poems stuck in my head that need to come out. As far as my copywriting goals, I want to make $200 in two weeks, with three articles a day.
I’ve decided not to cash out this Friday since it was the holiday weekend that slowed down the autoresponder. But anyway, yes, I’m okay financially this month because I saved money last month. I even wrote a spreadsheet as well as a Word file that I managed to calculate my potential income from unconventional income sources such as publishing my books, and stories. I think I have the stamina to write a lot this month if I don’t do any violent sports, which I can’t do because of my knee injury anyway. That happened for a reason, so I don’t break a wrist, arm, or finger. That would mess up my writing career real good. But anyway, my knee is better so I can get a job in food service, as a baker, or as a line cook.
I’m wondering when I’m going to find the right headspace to start a massive plot outline, which is how I start my own books anyway. I have written some novellas this year, because really, writing action exhausts me. I get paranoid from my own work. The story is being formed right now. DarkDawn is about an alien invasion that takes place inside a person’s head while she is abducted. My character is named Anna and she lives with her mother in Los Angeles. She is half white and half Mexican from her father, but she looks Mexican from her mother.
She is a friend of Esperanza, an anthropologist at the College Of Los Angeles. My DarkDawn Nanowrimo rough draft is done. I wrote that one in November years ago but I’ve forgotten when even if I just opened the file changing the date and not looking at the date I originally got it done. I start with a free write as part of my creative process this file was a part of that. My rough draft has to do more with the anthropologist not with Anna. I have to change the spelling of her name a bit. She’s a private investigator with a paranormal bent.
She studies the paranormal like Fox Mulder, who is her hero. She is not a skeptic by any means. She is a true believer, a whole-hearted believer in aliens. She is a true nerd as well. Esperanza is an anthropologist/archaeologist who works for at the College of Los Angeles. (fictional college). I had to come up with a fictional name because of what my writing teachers used to say about making sure some stuff stays fictional.
But anyway, yes, I have to work on major story background as fiction also makes money. I have to start taking my writing more seriously because it can make me significant income. Work 2 Future was a distraction from writing because I tried to work my way around my class schedule. At night I feel a gnawing guilt going, did I do enough? Hell, my knee is still injured, and I’m still trying to fix it, so like hell am I going to overdo anything to please my family in an imaginary manner.
I have been overworking myself. I use my chi to stay alert instead of caffeine or chocolate but I’m effectively exhausting myself. It is just that time of year, the days are getting shorter. I’m keeping my meds high until Winter. Because of my skin infections I can’t go to the pool. But at least I can have ice cream. The art of Qi gong is about using your intake of breath three times to cultivate physical strength. According to this website,
https://www.energyarts.com/what-is-chi/
I alternate between grounded energy and weak energy. I have been waking up way too early and not getting enough deep sleep. I slept ate two days ago, getting into chocolate fudge cookies from Keebler. Chi can be used to beat illness, no doubt as I was trying to use it to combat my brain fog. Now that feeling is few and far between but I still get tired. I woke up at 6 today. My use of chi may mean the difference with getting dementia or not getting the dementia that runs in my family. Today my chi feels most unbalanced, because I feel stressed and agitated. Mental chi is something I have never heard of before, not even in my Qigong class with Dr. Chow.
In college I was not as stable as I am in the present. I realize there are many blockages in my chi today that mean I’m not focused. I woke up way too early. I know this is a chi problem. Too much chi is mania. I need to find a balance. This is the seasonal changes, which is why I’m keeping my Geodon high. I feel a touch hypomanic today despite going to bed at 7 p.m. I’ve been tired, and a touch wound up but stressed, and depressed. This is what I get for mistaking midnight for 6:00 a.m. and doing a binge on chocolate while biological family drinks at that time in Spain.
In my twenties, I was a functional alcoholic who got praised for my drinking everywhere I went. Like that’s a good thing? Twisted. I didn’t think it was a good thing when I quit. In fact, I quit because I saw the reality before me since my Cousin intervened. Holy hell, Alcohol makes someone like me very dysfunctional. To have both inner peace and outer peace, I kept up my codependent drinking habits. I quit drinking in 2010 and I reduced my caffeine intake in 2010. Caffeine addiction is quite real, you see, and the thing about that is not many would see they are addicts. Its on TV, our culture is saturated in coffee. Some people cannot function unless they’ve had theirs. That is a physiological addiction, which I had. Energy is praised, mania is praised, its why I had trouble staying stable. But now I’m clean of all addictions, even sugar.
When I was in college, I didn’t know I had schizophrenia. My family made sure I didn’t have a diagnosis. I couldn’t get one because I wasn’t “allowed” to see a psychiatrist, not that they read this here blog. They don’t because they do not have an interest in my personality, only in manipulating me into feeling bad about disabilities I do not have. They only take interest if I’m their punching bag. Sad, but true. I refuse to be anybody’s punching bag anymore, which is why I dumped the Ex. I deserve better.
I wasn’t supposed to develop pluck, the ability stand up for myself, or gasp! The deadly “self-esteem”. In 2012, I managed to secure treatment thanks to a normal psychiatrist and not a schizophrenia-unbelieving sort of the kind I was allowed to see. In 2016, I started not to call an Ex friend of mine as much since there was less to rant about. Hell, I had nothing to rant about. What drew us together was not so much of a draw. I was like; still finding her deliberate not-genuine neediness was driving me crazy. I’m good at dumping toxic people. I need to screen people for toxins before I get into any sort of relationship with them. Now I find out that somebody I used to know is talking a lot of SH$# about somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Glad I dumped that toxic person. I’m much happier without my unstable rapid cycler parents around to trigger the Ex, my ex or me friend. I stay the hell away from assholes.