If we were having coffee I’d tell you how I’ve spent the last four hours trying to write a chapter and I’ve managed 1,500 words in that time. It’s not my best and right now I’m stuck, really stuck and part of me worries that nothing I’ve written before this point makes a whole lot of sense. I’ve got just over 20,000 words of the second draft written and more keeps coming, but I don’t know if it’s all the same story…
If we were having coffee I’d also let you in on the fact that I’m trying to write a few pieces for competition entries but having just as much luck on that as I am with the novel. It feels weird taking time off from one to work on the other and when I do I spend more time staring at blank screens then I do actually putting words down on paper. I feel like I’m plateauing and I’m note entirely sure what to do about it. I can’t work out if I should do more competitions, try writing for another blog or dive all my energies into the book. I suppose that’s what happens when your mid-write for a novel.
If we were having coffee I’d also bring out this week’s doodles to show you. I haven’t started today’s but I’ve managed one a day since January 1st and I’m proud of myself for that. Two weeks of daily drawing. I’m not sure if I’m getting any better but I’m achieving something which is what matters.
If we were having coffee I’d also tell you about how I’m trying to connect with other bloggers outside the circles of my own. I worry sometimes that I’m tying myself too tightly into a niche and that I’ve hit the limit for what I can achieve with this blog. I’m trying to work out a way that I can take it to the next level but I’m unsure what that even is.
If we were having coffee I think you’d quickly realise that I’m rambling. A lot. So thank you for listening.