Disclaimer: I am well aware that this blog post, in and of itself, is a means of procrastination. But I felt it important to note this down as a reminder to myself.
I have fallen out of the habit of writing. It is HARD. I tried to regain momentum while writing Flare (which I finished last month), and while every now and then I would feel sure I was back in the groove and could finally achieve some momentum, it just never happened.
It still hasn’t happened. I am now writing Ignite, or Smoulder, or something. I’m second guessing all of my titles, and will look into that when this book is finished. But the point is that I started it a week ago and have only JUST managed to cross the thousand word mark.
I could make many excuses. My back and shoulder were horribly painful for a good three weeks and I was on some intense painkillers to function – except that my creative brain connect function on said painkillers. I then got a cold from my husband, and even now, I feel… seedy and unwell, hot and cold and headachy. I don’t really know why, just that it saps my energy and I am never quite sure whether I am sick, or just… something else. Am I run down? Am I stressed? I don’t even know. I can’t tell.
Anyway. I’ve been sick and sore, hell I’ve been pregnant, and practically in labour and still able to write. I’ve written while massively sleep deprived, and so while those reasons I listed above could be seen as valid, they come across as nothing more than excuses to me.
Because, if I FORCE myself to write, it’s not HARD. The story is there, it comes out. The problem is not the writing. The problem is making myself write. Except that writing makes everything better. So….
SO! I am going to force myself back into the habit. Ten minutes at a time – the same way I advise everyone else to. I am not above taking my own advice.
Ten minutes at a time.