It's been a rough week. It started with my hurting my back on Monday and suffering through days of pain. By Thursday I had developed a bad cold too, so awful by Friday that I had to find courage from somewhere to ask whether I could go home from work a little early. It's been half term too and I've managed to do none of the things planned. My novel seemed to slide away into some unreachable place and when I sat down this morning, it was with no confidence. But Chapter Two has begun and I've got down about 1000 words - I'm not a word counter but some people are. It does give an indication of how it's going. SLOW, I'd say! But slow and sticky and unsure is better than nothing at all. Nothing that is written is in stone so it can all be edited into something smooth and excellent.....but later, when I've got a feel for it. One thing about having written and completed many novels is the confidence that I can do it again. I just wouldn't like to put a deadline on it.
I live in Bloomsbury.
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