Diary of Being a Writer, Week 91

This week is not one full of revelations or breakthroughs.

I was hoping that I would continue to slog away at getting the words down this week but I don’t feel very into it this morning after having not had a chance to sit and write for four days. However, I only have two mornings to do this so I should to stop worrying about how I feel about it and just get on with it, so no Instagram, no browsing online shops and no more news articles this morning.

But first I need some socks because my toes are cold.

I am publishing my memoir anecdotes bit by bit on here, but separately, in Fuck, A Love Story. I am not sure this is a winning strategy as the highest number of readers for any of those articles is two. Then again, the number of followers of that publication is two so actually ratio wise it is doing better than this one. Where, despite having a whopping 1.4K followers(is that whopping? It feels like a whopping amount to me) the maximum number of readers per article is 10. So I took the plunge and put a link to the latest bit of memoir up on Facebook and Twitter. I hate doing that. Any time I have to self-promote is the worst. And then because it was on Twitter, I was on Twitter and now guess what, yep I have been distracted and now I have to go to an appointment because my cat was sneezing and off…