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Mid-Year Review ’22, Electric Boogaloo

Hello friends and welcome to another progress update on Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer. 

It’s kind of hard to believe, but tomorrow marks the halfway point of the year. I’d like to say that the first six months of 2022 flew by, but honestly they’ve been kind of a drag. I’ve had ideas quit on me, freelance contracts fail to materialize, and a real sense of regression settle over me after what I felt was a really strong year in 2021. 

There have been high points too, of course. The realization that I have the mental capability and creative stamina to be a stay-at-home writer was a big one. The launch of Drabble Rock has been a real mood booster as well. And lets not forget I still have World Con to look forward to. 

That being said, it is more than fair to say that I am falling short of the goals I made for myself at the start of the year. 

Among those lofty dreams were such aims as: 

  1. Write 160,000 words in fantasy projects. 

Mid-year check-up: still possible, but unlikely. I haven’t written much at all this year, so I’m basically starting from 0. If I still want to hit that goal I’ll need to write almost 1000 words every day from now until New Years.

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  1. Write 8 novellas for Scribd.

Mid-year check-up: Not happening. This isn’t entirely my fault, as we had a change in editors this year that has not exactly been smooth. I’ve done one so far, waited almost two months on pitches only to be rejected, and submitted two more pitches that I’m still waiting to hear back on. Even if I manage to do one a month for the rest of the year, that will only give me seven. Sad, especially for my bank account, but what can you do?

  1. Figure out how to sell my own ebooks.

Mid-year check-up: Working on it! I’ve asked about getting the ebooks from my publisher after the exclusivity period is up, next I just need to figure out how to release them successfully. I’m working on dolling up a Patreon for when I start getting the ebooks, but I’m still really unsure of how to go about it. Still, making progress. 

  1. Release a “serialized” novel. 

Mid-year check-up: In progress! Granted, I’m releasing one hundred words at a time and only two entries in, but hey, I made the commitment and I’ve got the project going. It still needs some fine tuning (obviously I’ll have to post more than once a week if I want to finish the story before I’m dead), but its launched. 

So a mixed bag, though it should be noted that my two “do or die” goals are the ones most certain to fail. 

guess i’ll just die

Bearing these various successes and failures in mind, I’ve been thinking about adjusting my expectations for the rest of the year. 

Six months ago I intended to write two story paths of The Nexus, which has since been shelved pending deeper world building. Today I would like to commit to writing the first Seekers of Empyrean novella and one of the cozy fantasy ideas that was rejected by my editor. Completing both at their target word counts would bring total words written up to 135,000 (closer to 750 words per day if anyone’s counting). That’s not too bad a compromise, right? 

Not to mention, that isn’t even counting the words I’ll be adding to The Ballad of Mercy May. Sure, it’s only 100 words at a time, but I figure I will start ramping up how many times per week I’ll be posting entries. By the end of December I would like to be up to three Ballad posts per week.

Lastly, I would like to have the majority (if not all) of my 2021 novellas with Scribd posted to my Patreon before the year is out. By then the exclusivity period will be up for all six published so far (I’m pretty sure, anyway) and I’ll be free to make some additional pennies off my hard work. Who doesn’t love that? 

I think those are some fair and reasonable goals that I have complete control over. No one but me will be to blame if I don’t meet them. 

As for things outside of my control I would like to see happen, I’ve got two things in mind:

  • write 4 more novellas for Scribd
  • reach 150 followers here on Just Another Struggling Writer

Taken as a whole, I think if I can nail most of these goals before the clock strikes 2023 I can count this year as a win. 


I meant to write the first edition of WIP Wednesday yesterday but then I laid down on my couch at 8:00 and didn’t wake up again until my alarm went off. Oops. It works out though, since I still don’t have much to talk about seeing as how I really HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN THE LAST SEVEN DAYS. 

We’ll kick it off next week, barring any unforeseen naps.


Look at me getting this blog post done early. Until next time my friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations

Monday Motivations; The Moon

Hello friends and welcome to another wacky week of writing.

It’s the third week of Drabble Rock and I still feel really good about this fun little project. It’s keeping me creatively engaged without taxing my limited time. And by splitting the idea into two forks — one a contiguous story, the other unconnected, “random” snapshots — I’m able to scratch multiple itches at once.

I look forward to posting them so much, that I started wondering over the weekend if there was a way I could do Drabble Rock every day. At once I chastised myself. I have actual WIPs I could (and should) be working on, after all. As fun as Drabble Rock may be, it can’t be my main focus.

Trouble is, I have come to realize that part of the thing that is so fun and motivating about Drabble Rock is the public nature of it. That’s by design, because apparently the biggest influence on my daily productivity is the expectation — or even just the illusion of expectation — of others. That’s why I work so well on deadline and have no trouble (okay, maybe not no trouble) completing NaNoWriMo.

Personal goals and deadlines are more or less no good to me. I’m used to disappointing myself (thanks anxiety brain), so falling short of a target word count or failing to make writing daily, even just a little bit, a habit isn’t that surprising or, nay, motivating to me.

So, the idea I’m toying with now is reviving Friday Feelings and perhaps adding a mid-week check in. WIP Wednesday’s. It feels a little egotistical to have a blog post every day of the week, but I’m willing to set that embarrassment if it helps.

Whether it actually helps remains to be seen. Until next time, friends.

Kerry Share

Monday Motivations

Monday Motivations; Queen of Wands… Again

Hello friends and welcome to another wonky week of writing.

Last week, despite my anxiety brain spending all its energy trying to convince me it wouldn’t work, I launched my two-pronged short-form fiction project, Drabble Rock. I had a lot of fun with it, but if I’m totally honest, I worried that my enthusiasm for the idea would die off after that first initial burst.

Well, it’s a new week and I’m still excited for it. In fact, I’m itching for Tuesday and already asking myself if once is a week is enough for The Ballad of Mercy May postings. So I am pleased to say that Drabble Rock will be with us for at least another week.

Apart from that, however, I’m feeling a bit like a fraud. I’m really struggling to make headway with Seekers of Empyrean, my urban fantasy novella series. I’m really concerned that the Drabble Rock project has pulled my motivation away, and that I’ve succumbed to Shiny New Syndrome.

Am I real writer if I can’t maintain focus long enough to finish a first draft (much less a second, third, fourth, oh and let’s not forget about querying)?

Am I real writer if I spend more of my time talking about writing than actually writing?

Am I real writer? Or just someone who plays at writing cause it feels cool to say I’m a writer.

My motivation this week is finding out. Wish me luck.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations; Two of Swords

Hello friends and welcome to another well-rested week of writing.

Readers, I’ll be straightforward with you. I took the last ten or so days off from blogging/being perpetually online because, frankly, I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with the new freelancing work I picked up. Its a new kind of writing that I have never really dabbled in before, and because of that it has been taking me longer than expected to complete my assignments. It piled up pretty quickly on me and I very nearly quit altogether.

I got it worked out eventually by paring back the amount of assignments I was willing to take on, so that I had time and space to adjust to the additional workload. Still, it’s not my favorite kind of work and it pays pennies. I’ve been wondering almost since the first few days I started if its worth the effort. I thought I would give it until my first paycheck before I made a final decision about whether or not I would stay on with this client long term, but the way things feel right now… my mind is already made up.

But all is not lost. I finally got an optimistic update on my novella pitches and I’m hoping to have contracts soon. And after a half dozen false starts on my urban fantasy series Seekers of Empyrean, I’m finally starting to get into the flow of that project as well.

Yet, despite my time being monopolized by all these different things, I still find myself… creatively unsatisfied. Even with my mouth full of things to chew on, I’m still looking for something else to cram in there.

I wonder if this is all part of the process of Growing as a Writer. Ever since I took those five days back in March to write two thirds of a novella due the following week, I have been itching to make writing my living. I want to create content, I want to engage with other writers, and I want to make friends in the community. I want the joy of seeing my earnings. I even want the sorrow of falling short of my certainly far too lofty expectations.

And that brings me full circle back to this marketing writing I’ve been doing. I’m not enjoying it and so far it hasn’t felt worth my time, at least not in terms of the money-to-stress ratio. But that doesn’t mean I should abandon it. I’m learning a lot about myself through this process, including the range of my talents and my limits. It might not be a long term job I want to pursue, but its valuable in its own right for what it is teaching me now.

So, until I’ve squeezed every last lesson I can from it, I’ll stick with it. And, in the meantime, I’ll be searching for other ways to expand my creative repertoire. I hope you all continue to follow along on my journey.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations; Eight of Wands

Hello friends and welcome to another wiry week of writing.

If you called on me every Monday to name a theme for my upcoming week, this time it would definitely be trimming the fat.

After what felt like eons with nothing to do, the freelance work has definitely picked up and suddenly I’m awash in assignments. It’s all a little bit daunting if I’m being totally honest. How am I supposed to squeeze in all this extra work around… all the other work. (Also I literally signed up for this; what was I thinking?)

For a good while now, probably the last 12 or 14 months even, I’ve been wanting, yet struggling, to finally let go of, well, time wasting activities. A lot of it is social media. Twitter, Reddit (the AITA page is a particular productivity suck), the usual. I also have the bad habit of coming home and throwing myself on my bed and not moving again until the alarm goes off the next morning.

Which is fine every once in a while. But it’s not really a sustainable way of life for a wannabe working writer.

I know this. I’ve known this, yet kicking the bad habit has been, up to this point, impossible. That’s because when it comes to self motivation, I’m as weak-willed as my 11 year old son in his first year staying home after school standing in front of a stocked pantry with no adults around to tell him to have a cup of applesauce for snack rather than five bags of goldfish and half a gallon of chocolate milk.

But! I am very, very motivated by outside expectations. Give me a deadline and I’ll work breakneck to meet it, even if that means giving up some of my precious doing-absolutely-nothing time.

So, yeah, maybe this influx of work is a little overwhelming. For the moment. But I don’t think it’s outside my capabilities. I just need to trim a little fat in my time budget. And that’s my motivation this week.

Until next time friends.

Kerry Share

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Full to Bursting

Hello friends and welcome to another hyperactive edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Friends, it’s been a big week. I landed some additional freelance work, which, while not fiction writing, will help expand my repertoire of skills and make me a little bit of scratch on the side. I also got through the depression fog and got back to working on my urban fantasy idea. And I came up with a cute idea for some weekly flash fiction I can try. Though I’m still waiting to hear back about my two latest Scribd pitches, I feel pretty confident those will come through soon, and then I’ll have so much to work on I won’t know what to do with myself. 

If you were to ask me directly, I would say I’m pretty pleased.  The itch is being scratched. 

But this is Just Another Struggling Writer, and it wouldn’t be JASW if it didn’t come with a heaping dose of anxiety. 

Have I bitten off more than I can chew, I can’t help but wonder. Apart from all this writing I am either being paid or want to do for myself, I still, after all, have a day job. I have a family. I have social obligations. And, of course, I very well may have.

But, despite what the anxiety brain is whispering in my ear, I’m not really that worried. Actually, I’m excited. I feel like it’s taken a long time, but I’ve finally taken real, tangible steps toward the ultimate goal of writing for a living. Yes, it’ll be a while (understatement) before I am making enough money off writing to afford leaving my day job, but this is how it starts. Sitting at my desk Twittering while a blank page and winking cursor wait for my next Big Idea, that’s not gonna help me much.

So, if I’m being totally honest, I don’t really know if taking on all this extra work is a good idea or not. Who knows, maybe I’ll flame out inside of six months. Or maybe, just maybe, it’ll kick my ass into a gear I’ve always known I was capable of but have yet to access.

Personally, I’m hoping for the latter.


That’s all from me this week friends. Here in the coming weeks I’m going to attempt to roll out my new flash fiction idea. But first, I gotta get over this cold. Until next time fellow aspiring authors, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations; The Magician

Hello friends and welcome to another wishful week of writing.

I’ll be real honest friends. I was not feeling it this morning. It’s been a discouraging couple of weeks. My freelance endeavors are stalling, my personal writing has been sluggish and uninspired, and I’ve just had a sense of malaise settle over me that has been difficult to shake.

I keep trying to console (and cajole) myself out of this slump but it feels like my self-motivations have increasingly diminishing returns. That culminated this morning in a point blank refusal to accept any platitudes or promises that I’ll eventually crawl out of this slump.

Now, normally a mood like that would call for a mental health / self-care / don’t think at all about writing day, but honestly I think that would just make things worse. I want to be writing and working right now. But I can’t force it to come. Or can I?

I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a “writers block isn’t real” debate and I don’t know which side is right. Do I allow myself a guilt free moment of respite or do I push through the mental barriers?

And that’s where I’m stuck. There is no motivation this week. Just a lot of conflicting advice.

Until next time my friends.

Kerry Share

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The Itch

Hello friends and welcome to another restless edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Friends, I’m in a bit of a lull writing-wise right now. Yes, I know, I just talked last week (actually two weeks ago oops) about how my goal is to be prolific and I need to be writing an effing lot if I want to get there, and I still want that. In fact that’s one half of my problem this week. 

I’m itchy, friends. I want to write. I want to be elbows deep in a draft or revisions. I want to feel the ideas radiating off the inside of my skull and through my fingertips. I want the joy of that moment when things finally click together, and I even want the agony of being stuck. I want the thrill of a deadline and the rush of a submission going out.

Trouble is, I’m between projects at the moment. I submitted two pitches on Friday and have yet to hear whether either of them have been accepted. I’ve also been sort of at odds with my current personal project, Seekers of Empyrean. I ran into a mental block mid-outline so I decided to start drafting a few scenes to see if any ideas shake out for later down the line. So while, yes, I do have a draft I’m writing, I’m taking things deliberately slow. I do not like operating without my outline, but just sitting on my hands waiting for the aha moment wasn’t helping my anxiety, so here I am.  

However, being without paid writing work for the moment isn’t the sole reason for my itchiness. I was rejected for the editorial assistant position I applied for last week and while I was pretty confident that would be the outcome (and definitely understand/have no ill will about it), the denial has left me a little out of sorts. Again, not because I expected any different, but because for a moment I imagined what It would be like to be doing words for a living. I want it. I really want it. I mean, I’ve always known that quitting my job and being a full time writer was my end game, but the editorial assistant job posting helped me realize that there’s more than one way to reach that goal. In fact, there’s myriad.

So, I hopped on google this morning and looked at more open positions in publishing. Dissatisfied with the results, I broadened my search to freelance writing in general. I found a few postings, and I applied for them. Because I was serious when I said I want to be prolific, but what I probably should have said was I need to be. 

Without writing I would just itch until I wore myself down to my bones. 


Some blog news: I reached 100 followers! I still can’t believe it. Thanks to everyone who has put their eyes on my posts, gave me encouragement along the way either through I simple like or a comment here or there. I’m planning a major essay to celebrate. Please look forward to it. 


That’s all from me this week. Until next time, my friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few. 

Kerry Share

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The Quest to Be Prolific

Hello friends and welcome to another determined edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Well, I did it. I submitted my resume. I applied for an editorial assistant position with a Big Name imprint at a Big Name publisher. I have absolutely no shot. But hitting send was huge for me. Not only did it represent a step I’d been too afraid for so long to take, it also helped clear my mind of some of the fog that had been clouding it of late. I’m not suggesting that by merely applying for a job I fixed my anxiety, but I did wake up this morning and I was able to tell myself to stop feeling embarrassed of myself. And that’s not nothing.

With my new found (relative) clarity of mind, I asked myself what I was going to do. The answer, of course, was write. But not just write. Not just work on my outline and do some (admittedly necessary) world building and call it a day. No.

I mentioned last week that my ultimate writing goal is not necessarily to be famous or rich or have a lot of fans even (though I wouldn’t say no two those). What I really want to be known for as a writer is writing a lot. I mean… a lot a lot. Millions of words. Dozens of books across several different series. I want to be always drafting or revising or editing or outlining my next idea. I want to be just as prolific as those writers you immediately think of when you see the word prolific.

Of course, to do that I have to increase my current word count by *checks math* a hell of a lot. Because I’m not likely to sell my first book, nor will it appear freshly drafted on my desktop through sheer willpower alone. And, as all writers know, writing is a lot easier said than done. There’s always some other obligation, some distraction, some random, unexplained, and totally uncalled for discombobulation in your brain chemistry that leaves you waylaid for days or weeks at a time.

There’s always self doubt. There’s always some secret part of you urging you to give up and go watch Netflix because that’s easier. But you can’t. Because the only way to become a writer is to write. The only way improve your craft is to keep writing. The only way to ever satisfy that itch inside you to tell stories is write until every last one of them are told.

And then you make up some new ones, and you write those too.


I’ve tended to look on my writing journey with disappointment. I haven’t come as far as I would have hoped by now, and that’s discouraging. But I’ve come to realize that is due in part to my habit of thinking much too far ahead. I’ve started a journey, but I’ve taken none of the steps. As with most things, I need to stop overthinking things, stop worrying about the future, stop trying to be perfect, and just… write.

Speaking of which, I better get to it. Until next time my friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations; Queen of Pentacles

Hello friends and welcome to another wild weekend of writing.

I decided almost as soon as I sat down at my desk this morning that the word (and mood) of the day would be: proactionary. I have no clue if that even is a real word, but the idea is the opposite reactionary.

With as hectic as my life has been these last few weeks/month (what year is it again?) I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time on my back foot. I’ve heard many people thrive in such chaotic environments, and while I am proud of myself for keeping my head above water, I’m ready to lean forward now. To stop reacting what life has been throwing at me and start tackling things my way.

What does that mean? What is “my way” anyway? I’d be lying if I said I really knew, though I do have some ideas.

Firstly, I’m going to stop waiting for opportunities to fall in my lap and start creating my own. The freelancing gig I landed last year I stumbled across purely by luck, and I honestly think that spoiled me a bit. It’s not always going to happen that way and it’s high time I remember that. If that means swallowing my irrational anxiety about Patreon and selling my own e-books, then that’s what I’m going to do.

In a similar fashion, I’m giving up on the “slave to the muse” lifestyle, especially since mine likes to take long, extended vacations when it is least convenient. For too long I have waited until inspiration struck (or NaNoWriMo rolled around) to buckle down and bang out a draft, and, as a rather unsurprising result, I haven’t written many books. It’s time to take a proactionary approach and, hopefully, finally break out of the cycle.

Lastly, I’m through with excuses. I’m always finding a reason to abandon my carefully laid productivity plan for the day. Sometimes those reasons are good, like my child had a difficult day and needed to be consoled. Sometimes, they are dubious, like I had a tough day at work and deserve an evening free of obligations to recuperate. Sometimes, they are downright bad, like I forgot or just didn’t feel up to it.

Take this blog post, for example. I usually write them Monday mornings. But today, there was just so much going on that I could only write one sentence at a time before being pulled away to something else. Then, after I got home, there was a bad storm that kept me distracted. Then, once the kids were all in bed, I opened my phone and saw the half written post still waiting to be finished. I thought… does it really matter? Is it really important for me to write and post this blog today? What would I really be sacrificing if I skipped out?

Only the chance to flex my willpower. To keep a promise made to no one but myself. To take another step in the formulation of a habit. To stop accepting such flimsy excuses as acceptable. So, here I am, at almost nine o’ clock, writing out a blog post that wasn’t supposed to be that deep but took a surprising look into my mental health.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t imagine that changing my entire mental outlook on work and opportunity will be something I can do simply because I made up a word and wrote a blog about it. It will be hard and it there will be failures. But every challenge, every stumble, will only be proof that I took a step forward.

And that’s my motivation this week.

Kerry Share

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