Laundry Day

Hello, it's me. 

Who am I? My name is Jane, and I'm a writer.

I live an okay life. Married, no children yet. My s.o. supports me fully and I am grateful. A writer is one who writes, and if you go by that definition, I definitely am a writer. But if you go by a writer as one who makes a living writing, I am not quite there yet. I do not make a living writing, I do not make a living at all. 

It's better to call oneself "self-employed" than "unemployed." Essentially they're the same in my case. I am working to finish my first novel; have been for a few years. It's about 2/3 done, and it's only the first draft. Or rather, a zero draft, because people other than me won't understand anything if they read it in its current state. It's the draft that George R.R. Martin throws away 80% of. It's the draft that local barista coming out of film school writes 20 min every morning before work. It is not finished in any means. But it is a draft, and the first draft of the first novel is always tremendously hard.

I started this journal for myself. I could have picked other hosting websites but I always liked Dreamwidth layouts and their privacy options. It would be nicer if they had a better community, but since this is mostly just for me and the few souls who'd stumble upon once in a blue moon, the lack of publicity is perfectly fine. This journal will be filled with daily pep talks, work plans, bullet journal mayhem, media I consume (no matter how silly), and things that a struggling writer jots down when they need to keep track of themselves. It's a journal, not a blog. 

I like fresh starts. This is one of them.