When I wrote my last writing progress post in August, I was full of good intentions with no plan in place to carry them out. Needless to say, those ambitious bore very little fruit and I barely progressed with any further edits towards the end of last year.
I had a writing post planned for today, just not this
one. It was a rant; a moan; a whinge, and I didn’t want the blog as an outlet
for frustrations but a place full of motivation and inspiration.
I’ve certainly been inspired recently. At the end of
July, I realised it was annoying me that I wasn’t managing to find time to
write: I was too tired when I got home from work and best intentions and all
that wasn’t getting me very far.
I started getting up early. I normally get up at 6:45, but set the alarm for 45 minutes earlier with the intention of having a writing session every morning before work.
The last month has been a struggle in regards to inspiration. I have done well with blog posts mainly through good timing and luck, but everything else has been a nightmare. Anything creative was at a stand-still, including the novel.
I hope I’m not jinking it saying I believe that has now changed.