I was going to publish a book in January, but then I decided not to. Here’s why.
My Way, My Pace
In order for it to get done, I would have had to “hustle” (shudder) to get editing, covers and sales copy ready.
And you know what? I was still on holidays. I had no desire to work that hard. That’s the whole point of holidays and downtime!
So I updated my book schedule for 2020 to plan for the first release to be in February, not January. And now it’s the end of March, my brain is consumed with other issues thanks to a global pandemic, and I still haven’t done the final touches to get it ready for release. It is a satire book, so April 1st would be a great release day. If I got it done… who knows. Maybe I’ll have a magical burst of energy and do it. Or maybe I won’t.
Just because I like to talk about embracing my shiny objects and being anti hustle and wasting time … that doesn’t mean that I never feel any weird pressure from nowhere. I still feel a build up of shoulds (psst buy Fuck Should and my other books here) and that I need to do X by Y date OR ELSE.
But …or else what?
The whole point of working and writing and creating myself is that I am mostly free of those expectations.
Tell the expectations to bugger off if you feel them raise their head.
A self-imposed deadline is just that, self-imposed. If you need (or want) to change it, then change it!
Value your time and space – including the DOWN TIME and space. It makes things in life a hell of a lot more sustainable.
And a note on when you “can” do things: I wrote this post in January. It got bumped along my editorial schedule and now it’s almost April. You can reflect, start things, end things, change things – at ANY time of the year.