Monday, 10 February 2014


Next week is half term.  As ever, I am longing for it.

I don't have an awful lot planned for the week yet, other than a trip to the dentist on Tuesday, the prospect of which is naturally filling me with so much joy that I can barely contain myself.

What I do hope to do is plenty of writing.  I am making progress with book 3 - what with my don't-break-the-chain writing - but it's pretty slow going at the moment.  Only about a chapter a week.  I think I can do better, but I'm so weary by the time I get home in the evenings (and generally by this I mean in the psychological sense) that all I want to do is consume stories rather than create them.

But I'm hoping that in the bliss that is half term I'll have more mental energy to get something really substantial done.

I used to be able to churn out thousands of words a day.  Probably not very good words but still.  Now I consider it a productive day if I manage anything above six-hundred.

So that's my plan.  It'll be great to feel excited about something again.


  1. I so echo your low word counts - I managed 280 yesterday. What's gone wrong! I blame the crappy weather...

    1. I know, it's so hard to get motivated to do anything when you look outside the window and see that it's still raining...