A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Six-Hundred-And-Eleven

I've been slacking off a bit on some things I need to do this week.  It isn't my writing, but other related work to do with submissions and other efforts to get my work out there, and I should be more enthusiastic about it, probably, but I feel like it is just a lot of effort and I am not expecting anything substantial in return.  I recognize that some of this is necessary stuff, that I need to do it.  The real truth is that I need to feel like I am doing something that doesn't feel like it is just a wasted effort, that feels like it is a realistic path towards my goals, that I am taking real steps and progressing, not just putting all this effort out and remaining in the same place.  I know that does not actually exist though, that the only way I am going to achieve what I am seeking is through this process.  I also recognize that not working to achieve those goals will never be alright with me, either, that it would be labelling myself as a complete failure and giving up totally, which would not be good for me at all. 

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