'Course, I'm reasonably certain that the fact that my day job involves writing to deadlines too might have something to do with it. But I think exhaustion is the primary culprit. I'm just too tired and stupid to write well, a lot of the time.
The bad news is, we need the money. And I do like the structure it gives my day, and the fact that I don't just roll out of bed in my pajamas and shuffle to the keyboard, stepping over dogs, is kind of nice. (I roll out of bed and drag clothes on before shuffling out the door, stepping over dogs. I actually get up so early that the animals don't bother to get up to see me off.)
On the other hand, if I didn't need the car to go to work in the morning, I also wouldn't have to do the horrifying get-up-go-to-work-come-home-write-have-t
It is a quandry. Because I would like to be out of debt before I do anything drastic, and the last five years have been a financial disaster area (layoffs, economic grief, you name it).
But I also need to be smart enough to write books I've already sold, and maybe some to sell in the future. Now don't I?
Obviously I need to sell the movie rights to something. Heeere, Hollywood. Heeeeerrrrrreeee, Hollywood..... *cluck cluck cluck*