I should feel very accomplished right now. As a writer and an editor.
I have a position coming up with Hinkler books for a week and a bit, not terribly momentous all told but it's an exciting position in terms of paid employment inside a publishing house, and a part-time internship with Ford Street publishing starting on friday.
I have a big project for an online game (on my own time and completely unrelated to basically anything beyond my own satisfaction) that is soon to be completed. Then I am planning on finally finishing this novel by June, and then I'm writing a script for an online animation that my friends in Canada are working on.
I've done very well for myself in a short space of time. I've volunteered my own time in a way that is going to help develop myself as a writer and an editor. Yet it somehow doesn't feel like enough.
It's a bad thing that I think this way. It's my very blue collar showing up. Nothing is ever good enough and I have to do better. It's a paralysing way to operate. I should feel very proud of myself, satisfied even, but all I can mentally do is put myself at the start of another road to walk.
Ah well, at least I'm getting somewhere.
