Back to work... back to reality....

Mes Amis

Lately - as some of you may be aware - I took a somewhat enforced break from all my current projects. Everything's back to normal now and it wasn't anything deathly serious, but it put a serious crimp in my progress. And its left me chomping at the bit to even get back to the day job (yeah, you'd think anyone would welcome time off, eh? But as I've been told before, I'm one of those people who can just never relax).

And its shown me something: this writing for just ten minutes a day rule that I used to hear about is dead on. The one that says you must write for at least ten minutes a day or you'll lose the "writing muscles".

Having not written a single word or even been able to really think about writing for approximately ten days, I was looking forward to coming back refreshed to the keyboard. Figured the project I had been working on before the delay* had been going so well that getting back would be a breeze.

And what do I find?

Everything
is
stumbling
badly.

I know what I want to do with the book. Have a pretty good idea of where I'm going. Its the final quarter. Its ready and raring to go. There's big stuff ahead that I want to get to. And yet I can't get the set up right. What was all ready to go is now...

having
to
be
forced

And its tough enough that I've started writing words like lists for emphasis.

But I console myself with the thought:

ten minutes a day.
Every day.

I'll work it back. I'll get the energy and get the groove. And I hope that when its done, this project's gonna be a killer. The new deadline I've given myself should help, too. I like deadlines. I like pressure. I like hitting the bastards on the button.

Although now that I'm cutting back on coffee... will I still be staying awake to hit them like before?

Au revoir

Russel

*A stand alone called CONFESS that now has changed its name to FALLING - you shall learn no more about it, so don't even ask