I love Spaceballs. It was the first movie I ever saw that had that much swearing in it, and it was a parody of science fiction, which to this day remains one of my favorite genres.

Another line I love from it is “we ain’t found shit!” But that’s irrelevant to this conversation.

Last Monday, I wrote four posts for the blog and scheduled them to run one per day, so that I could make sure I had new content for you to read. But the thing is, I spent so much energy on preparing posts that I didn’t write anything new on Monday. Now, this particular post is being written on September 13, so I can’t know for sure how much writing I did from the 14th through the 17th, but I’m willing to bet the answer is “not a ton”.

Why?

Because I knew I didn’t have to do any writing. I didn’t have to sit down and create new kinky content. I had time; I could always write more tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day.

This is a problem I have — I only write enough to keep myself sated, to use a food metaphor. There are days when I’ll write so much that I’m overfull (to continue the rather clunky metaphor), but those days are rare. Most of the time it’s just enough and no more.

And it’s always been this way. Earlier this year, I was writing a few hundred words a day on a fantasy novel — just enough, and no more. I didn’t sit down and write until my fingers were tired and my brain hurt; I just choked out a chunk of words and called it a day.

Maybe, now that I think about it, that’s the way to go — just do a little every day. At least then I’m doing something every day. I don’t have to write an entire short-story every morning.

I also think this would be easier if I didn’t have a full-time job on top of the writing. Then I could write in the morning and update my blog and social media in the afternoon. Or vice-versa. Or take a day to do nothing and then write in the evening. But I’m a realist — I’ll never make a living off just my writing. And that’s okay. I don’t do it for the money; I do it to reach readers, to bring them enjoyment, and to hear what they think about my stories. (Which is just a reminder for you to review my work, if you haven’t already done so.) Maybe someday I’ll finish one of my sci-fi or fantasy novels, and an agent will love it, and it’ll get turned into a major release by a large publishing house, and then I’ll be contracted for more books, and all of a sudden I’ll be a full-time writer.

But in the meantime, I’m just preparing.

Of course, there’s the next line after “preparing, preparing, you’re always preparing!”

“Just go!”