I might sit down in a minute to have a well-earned glass of wine – though really I should take the dogs for a walk. I haven’t been out of the house all day.
I set myself to get back to writing my novel today (always strange writing those words). I was going great with it leading up to Christmas. Christmas interrupted that, but I was getting back into it when I had to move on a couple of weeks ago. The last two weeks I’ve written not a word of it, and barely thought about it. It’s tough writing a book even when you’re feeling well settled. For me at least it’s just about impossible when I’m shifting from one place to another to live. Too much is going on, in my mind as well as in fact. You need clear space, a settled environment, an undisturbed mind – at least I do. That’s not been possible, until now.
I’m actually quite chuffed at how productive I’ve been. I thought it might take a little while to get back into that mental groove, but it just seemed to happen for me today. To my great surprise I’ve written nearly 3,000 words of it today. I won’t know how good it is until tomorrow, but the story has progressed, and I’ve got a good sighting on where it’s going.
It looks like from March I’ll have limited time to work on this so I’ve really got to push it now. I’ve set myself to write 2,000 words a day between now and the end of the month. Given there’ll be interruptions and disturbances that should be about 40,000 words – which should take me to the last page.
That’s first draft – there’ll be more after that, but glad to be on the road again.