I’ve thought before that the only obstacle to me writing a novel is all the 12 hour work days. I am more than capable of writing 1000+ words a day when I’m off, but progress is painfully slow all the time because of how much work I have to do.
I thought it would get better if I quit my job and found an easier one so I could write more. Now I’m so stressed out finding a new industrial job that my productivity is down. It was a mistake to quit my job, because now it will be back to the oilfield.
Im not so sure. I love humanity but im unpredictable and unstable.
Or it’s just a normal response to global neoliberal capitalism. The whole notion of “cost of living” is pretty mind breaking.
I’ve thought before that the only obstacle to me writing a novel is all the 12 hour work days. I am more than capable of writing 1000+ words a day when I’m off, but progress is painfully slow all the time because of how much work I have to do.
I thought it would get better if I quit my job and found an easier one so I could write more. Now I’m so stressed out finding a new industrial job that my productivity is down. It was a mistake to quit my job, because now it will be back to the oilfield.