Or there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.
That’s something all too many of us have forgotten. We see it every time someone holds out their hand and says “the government can pay for it”. They forget the underlying truth that the government has to get the money from somewhere and that somewhere is almost always from our pockets. That is something I wish everyone would remember not only when talking about the government paying for something but when they take a hard look at their communities and at their own lives.
No, I’m not going to get more political than this. Or at least I’m going to try to keep this post from going straight into politics. This is a post about writing and how there is no free lunch here either.
I know. I know. I can see you scratching your heads and wondering if I’ve finally lost my last grip on sanity. That’s possible. After all, I’ve been cooped up at home for a month now, daring to go to the store or pharmacy only on the rare occasion. To say I’ve got cabin fever is putting it mildly.
But here’s the point. I can sit down and write to my heart’s content. I can’t, however, expect people to buy my work if I don’t let the know it’s available. Nor can I expect them to pay the same prices for my work they do for traditionally published work. Why? Because unlike most of those trad pub editors, I respect my readers and know they understand I don’t have the same overhead as “real” publishers do. Because I don’t, I don’t need to charge as much to make the same relative amount of profit.
There’s another aspect to all this as well. The books won’t write themselves. If the books aren’t written, I have no new income. That falls on me. Only I control when and if I write–or what I write.
And that, as I noted the other day, has been a problem. It is all too easy in this day of Covid-19 madness to let the distractions win. It’s a battle I am starting to win but it would be all too easy to slip back into the bad habits I let creep into my work ethic–or lack thereof.
To make sure that doesn’t happen, I need to start a new process, a new daily routine. It won’t be the same routine I had before Covid interrupted all our lives. But it is at least a routine.
Mornings will start much as they have been. I get up, get coffee and check the headlines. Part of this is because I want to know what happened in the world while I slept. Part of it has to do with my responsibilities at Victory Girls blog. I read not only the local paper but several major publications as well as a series of blogs that give me the counter to what the MSM is preaching at the time.
Because this is TX and you never know what the weather is going to be, mornings will be when any yard work I have to do will be slotted. Same with any running around I need to do. My quick foray to the grocery store yesterday showed that the shelves are refilling. There were still some items out of stock, mainly cleaning supplies. But there are certain times of day when there are more folks there than at others. If I go after the first rush, there is less chance of having to wait in line to be let in.
Oh, as for the store, most everyone there was masked. I saw maybe three who weren’t wearing masks. There was a store employee at the door offering plastic disposable gloves when you came in if you wanted. On the whole, everyone present took care of maintaining social distancing and everyone seemed glad to be able to nod and say “hi” to someone else. I know I was.
Once that sort of running around or doing chores is done, it is time to sit down to work. What I have to remember is to stop for lunch at a reasonable time and not work as if I’m sitting down at 0800 instead of 1000 or later. I made that mistake the other day and wound up not having dinner until much too late in the evening.
One thing I’m seeing myself doing is writing at night, after the house is quiet and I’m the only one still up. I haven’t done that in years. But it is working for the moment and helps make up for the mornings when I can’t write.
I have to remember that if I want something done, I have to do it myself. No one else is going to do it for me. In other words, TANSTAAFL.