"11. What's yer brand?"
My company is Dig a Thousand Holes Publishing.
My logo is a shovel swaddled in 1K.
My slogan is "For use with your imagination!"
My mascot is a curious gnome wanderer known as Leif Mustard.
My brand is the curmudgeon Epidiah Ravachol.
And now, despite my efforts, a routine has encroached on me. Every weekday, I go into Another Castle, chat with Leif, see what he's been up to, figure out what to post for #AprilTTRPGMaker, & then write, read, play with my calc, or do whatever else seems fruitful in the moment.
Instead, I discovered that my routine was more like thinking about & playing a game publicly for half a decade while procrastinating on the actual writing, getting my window shot early one Monday morning, and then writing the last 80-90% of Dread in the following week.
All of which is to say, I've long since abandoned the idea that I would be better served with a routine & I'm happier for it.
I wasted years worrying about my worth because I couldn't accomplish this very basic task. I mean, now I do write every day, but not in any way that was envisioned by anyone in the 90s.
The point is, I was supposed to develop a quirky routine like all the greats, who wrote while lying in bed every morning or standing naked in a cold shack out in the yard or, I suppose, late into the night blitzed out of my gourd on cocaine.
"8. Describe your routine"
If I have a routine, it is in large, indiscernible cycles of writing, research, promoting & play all bleeding into one another so that you never know which one you're in at given moment.
Last millennium, while I was pursuing my creative writing degree, they tried to instill in me "good" habits with horseshit instructions designed to make a certain type of writer feel good about themself. Chief among these was "write every day."
Day 7: Your workplace.
Behold, @AnotherCastleMA, my new workspace as of 2018! It's kind of a gorgeous office.
Gaze upon my desktop & you'll notice something missing. This is because my camera & my monitor are one & the same & it cannot take pictures of itself.
After enjoying a freshly brewed cup of gnomish coffee, Leif Mustard is eager to face this day's adventures.