Tits up

Right so I’m back after my holiday, it’s time to come clean. It was a break from blogging and a break from writing. Respite for a brain that didn’t know where it was going or what it was doing.

Once I’d decided to have some time out I tried not to agonize over the writing or in my case, non-writing, but still I dreamed about my book and my story. Everything that happened to me, all the things that I saw were relayed in my head as though part of my story.

I took the time to think about what happens now.

Do I want to write?

How badly do I want to write?

Why, the minute I say something out loud on my blog, does everything come crashing down around me?

‘I’m writing’ I say: I stop immediately and freeze in terror.
‘I’m plotting’ I say: suddenly I can’t work out the order in which scenes need to happen.

I’m not sure that I should say things out loud on this blog – for fear it all goes tits up… but I hope you realize what I decided.

I am still a Novel Racer.