The hard thing, of course, when things go bad, is to keep writing.
Because the bills are stacking up, money is running low, the bank clamours for heads on a plate, and instead of doing something serious and proper like looking for an honest job here you are writing stories.
One ends up feeling guilty, and writing becomes harder.
But I have just delivered (and two weeks before deadline! Yay!) a 8000 story pitching Django Reinhardt against the Nazi.
File under historical fantasy.
And I am about to work out three more pitches, one for a novella, and two for two novels. Stuff I’ll pitch in May and then later, after this summer. Pitch, outline and chapter breakdown. Historical fantasy, most likely.
And I’m about to send to my editor the fluff for the Hope & Glory handbook, on which I have been working this month, and by April the 15th I’ll also deliver a 50.000-words short novel to a very patient publisher.
And I’m revising a science fiction novel, and a short story about a Kaiju.
And I’ve just been involved in a fun project about alternate history, deadline May the 15th.
I should do something serious and proper – like trying to sell my paperback collection, or do the rounds of the local schools looking for a post as a substitute teacher.
And I’m doing it! But in the meanwhile, I do what writers do.
I write. Faster.