This is the state I've been in for a while now. I'm literally 1/2 way through two completely unrelated novel manuscripts, I still find myself looking at job ads that come across my virtual desk and think "I could probably get that job," and I keep thinking that I should start working in earnest on the non-fiction project(s) I've been putting off. Time to set up some concrete goals and get back to work.
I work well independently. I mean, heck, as a person who got a PhD in Literature that is kind of a given, right? If you're not driven and disciplined, you probably won't finish that PhD, after all. And then after that I made a path for myself in online/remote teaching and educational administrative work. And, while I was working remotely, I wrote and put out three novels in a series.
I worked full-time and we made it through medical school and residency. The house didn't fall apart, and all the living beings inside came out relatively unscathed.
I put out a book last fall that I'm pretty proud of (you can find a copy in the Little Library, by the way. I saw it hanging out in there just this morning).
So, it's obvious to me that I have the ability to do the things I want to do. But I keep getting side-tracked:
So, my plan is to finish the two manuscripts on my desk before starting Book 4 (tentatively titled Whitby), any series books related to the Garnier family, or any of the non-fiction projects (book length) I've been putting off.