This year, thanks to the encouragement of Elizabeth Haynes and Stephanie Zia, I tried Nanowrimo, which involved trying to write 50,000 words in November, or an average of 1600 words a day. I failed.
However, the 15,000 words I managed were enough to provide not only a welcome boost but also a flow that has taken me over a permanent dam in my novel. It has also given me a new title for the book. There is still much to be written but completion is no longer so far off. So, from tomorrow, I shall resist all temptation to read and post on the twin sirens that are Twitter and Facebook.
During those inevitable times when I can’t keep the writing going, I shall simply read more. And I won’t be starting any time-munching TV series (excepting, of course, the next series of Spiral).
I shall certainly miss reading others’ posts––and posting my own, something that instantly fills too much of my small, vain brain with expectation of ‘favourites’, ‘retweets’, ‘likes’ and ‘shares’. For now enough!
I don’t lack encouragement to finish from many readers and friends, not least from my semi-divine and ever-patient agent. I’ve packed this support in my rucksack for nourishment as I push on.
Will it work? I hope so.
Bye for now.