It feels like I've been fighting my "schedule" of one per month for quite some time. Over the past two years, writing has shifted in priority all over the place, and my life has undergone significant changes. This week, as I have more trouble getting another attempt at life set up, I have decided to give in: there won't be a schedule anymore. I have no idea when anything will be finished, as ideas come and go, and life goes on.
Lest anyone worry, this isn't the end of my writing. I am convinced, as more famous writers have said, that writing is something people do because they "have to", not because they "want to." And I still have to -- maybe somewhat less than I used to, but I still have to. Ideas still drift around in my head, and sometimes need a voice. I fully expect never to stop writing, and just as certainly never to stop publishing things. But scheduling is pretty much TBD from now on, as new responsibilities (and with any luck, new hobbies!) appear.
I would just...