Decision Fatigue

Right about now is when I’m thinking longingly of being traditionally published. Going indie and choosing myself and all that is fine and good, but now I’m down to the final 10% of work, the final 10% of decisions to be made. And anyone who’s ever moved knows that the final 10% is the worst.

Twilight gif: I can't do this anymore

I am generally so decisive that it’s a discipline for me to curb it so the less decisive don’t feel railroaded. But there’s a limit. And I’ve hit it. I didn’t understand half of what I had to fill in to fully register my ISBN with my title. In fact, I may have abandoned it half-way through, which means I have to go back to it.

This is too much

And I haven’t even started trying to upload my novel yet. Asking for help doesn’t always solve things; I accidentally started a ridiculous argument between two fellow indie publishers after I asked a technical question in a Facebook group.

I was going to talk about how good traditionally published authors have it, but they have to deal with constant changes in their publishing house and editors leaving and the new editor not liking your work, not the mention feeling like you should be getting help with marketing but you’re not, which is probably akin to my getting an epidural 28 hours into labor with my son and still being able to feel everything. Not cool.

So all authors have it tough, just in different ways.

The lesson there is a good one: it’s a fiction that that person over there who looks like they have it all together, actually has an easy life. Don’t let yourself believe that lie.

Mona Lisa oh no you didn't

That woman with the sweet voice and temperament had to leave her abusive family at seventeen and figure out how to make it on her own. That man with the great career and adorable family was sexually abused as a child. And cancer eventually hits every family and friend group — talk about decision fatigue. At least I’m not having to decide what treatment to pursue against something in my own body that’s trying to kill me. Or my child’s body.

I started out this post, admittedly, whiny. And now I have that glorious thing: perspective. Which means I have energy to go forth and make ever fussier decisions.

But not yet. I’ll be spending most of the morning thinking about someone I love who is getting a mastectomy today. Which, for all the kidding around we’ve done lately about being one-boobed, is too serious for a gif.

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4 thoughts on “Decision Fatigue

  1. Maybe decision-making is my problem and not writer’s block. It took me months to decide which novel to work on and I started, but nothing is going anywhere. I have to do an outline of it for the James Patterson course. This outline should be easy, but I’m stuck and find myself doing everything but writing. It’s like my brain’s too tired to think about it. Some of my scenes are vague, but I still know most of the plans, plots, and twists. I wanted to have this book ready for editing by the time Cindy finished my other one. I’m getting too far behind. What’s worse is that I don’t seem to care.

    1. Oh man, I think a lot of us have been in that situation at one time or another. You never know what it is that you need — Is it a rest from writing? Do you need to read a new bit on writing craft to re-inspire your brain? Do you need to spend time reading for fun? Do you need to trick yourself into writing? For the last one, I like to use my Morning Pages (Julia Campbell’s creativity tool: write for a certain amount of time every morning, stuff that you just spit out, about anything that’s on your mind.) I’ve often fooled my reluctant brain by telling myself, “I’m not really writing-writing; I’m just doing morning pages.” Best of luck to you as you figure it out, Connie.

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