This is a story about sticking to a plan...

There's method in the madness. It might not be immediately apparent to an outside observer, but there is quite a lot of discipline, routine and even preplanning that's gotten me to where I am today, even if it looks like I'm in deep shit.

The fact is, I am in deep shit, but for some reason I still have my health, my sanity and there's even a slim chance that everything could work out OK.

So, I wrote nearly 7,000 words last night, in an attempt to calm my mind and get some stuff that was running around inside my head onto a page. This certainly wasn't part of the plan.

I've been cutting the amount of words I limit myself to each day: from 3,000 to 1,000 and then to 500. Today I'm limiting myself to 250 words... although I did write nearly 7,000 already.

It's a bit strange, taking friends, acquaintances, former business associates, former colleagues, even my accountant (potentially) on this journey with me - as Facebook friends - along with a heap of strangers from the internet. Sharing this stuff seems like madness, career suicide, social media suicide. The fact that it's all searchable via Google makes it quite easy for prospective employers to see just how fucked up I am too. Big risk of making myself unemployable.

But, this was my plan, and I'm sticking to it. I'm fumbling around, hoping something works out.

Content is king and the world needs people who write, who share.

Tags: #career