So this morning, I woke up the same way I always do. Still tired because I'm no longer the morning person I once was, but otherwise generally happy because even in the worst circumstances, I'm a generally happy person. I can find humor in almost anything, and I try to be as laid back as an anxiety-ridden introvert with a penchant for kicking herself can be.
You are not alone in this. For me, it's been two years, and I was proud as hell to have gotten a short story done (it's on preorder, what-what! Lol). And I don't even have an outside job. But life happens. My kids got seriously resentful of my writing time because my work took away from my momming. A LOT of other stuff happened. And I ended up with a huge creative block, the kind where you sit in front of the computer and cry, because you desperately need to write, but no words will come.
I'm just not coming out of it, and it's a good day when I can write a thousand words throughout the day (in 2013, I averaged several thousand on a working day, sometimes as much as 5k). I'm learning to accept that it just isn't going to go fast for me.
But that's okay, because I'm learning to accept some other truths too. When I first started publishing, there were a lot of really big names I was totally intimidated and impressed by, ones who put out books MONTHLY and had amazing pr and really strong marketing. They somehow knew all the bloggers, and I would literally see their names EVERYWHERE. Well, they are basically gone now. Either they got what they wanted out of it and quit, or they couldn't hack it and quit. Or maybe they burned up whatever talent they had, and it died. I don't know.
What I do know is that I'm in this for the long haul. This isn't a sprint for me, it's a marathon. And you know what they say: slow and steady wins the race.
Stop beating yourself up. It's okay to pace yourself so that you can juggle your responsibilities. Besides, loyal readers will forgive it, and new readers are born every day. It'll be alright.