Once again, it’s been ages since I wrote anything. It seems I have to be in the right place to write. When life becomes too busy or difficult, it seems that I cannot put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. I am now trying to remember why I started to write a blog and to reinstate the feelings that writing gave me. I felt that this year was going to be the year for upward movement, but here I am at the beginning of February and nothing has progressed. In order not to loose momentum, I am forcing myself to type up my book and edit where I think it needs it. I thought, in my infinite wisdom, that if I wrote my book on my iPad, I could take it everywhere with me and add to it as I pleased. The fun part about that decision is that I was writing it in a format that cannot be transferred to word on my laptop, hence, re typing the last 15 chapters. Luckily, I am a fast typer so it shouldn’t take too long. Whilst doing this though, the story is not progressing and that makes me a little frustrated.
I have come to the conclusion that the reason I cannot find time to write, is there is not enough time in the day. Even over the Christmas period when I had time off, the days still flew past with nothing achieved apart from cooking, cleaning and the laundry, so I am going to have a word with him upstairs and ask him to add a few hours. Do you think it will work?
So here I am again, making a deal with myself to write every day. I may not be on a blog, but this or my book is going to be an added priority. Surprising how cathartic just writing these few words has already been.
I must not loose my connection to myself. I must follow my dream of finishing this book and getting it published. The sequel is all in my head waiting to be let out. I need to push forward and not let anything get in my way. Is that easier said than done, I wonder?