As regular readers may have noticed I’ve not been posting
for the last couple of weeks, with good reason. I’ve been away on annual leave,
taking in the wilds (in terms of the weather) of Cornwall and Devon in the
company of my family. While I’ve been able to get several tasks done on my laptop,
what I haven’t had has been time to sit down on my own and write. That’s
something that has become increasingly obvious too, I need solitude to write.
Other people thrive writing in a collaborative atmosphere, or at least in a
room with other people doing their own thing. For me though, that’s not the case. I
need solitude, and given the weather we had (particularly during the Cornish
leg of the holiday), I never had the chance to sit down on my own and just
write. As a result, the sum total output for the last 16 days in terms of word
count has been zero, a big fat nothing, nil, zip, nada.
We came home yesterday, with two weeks’ worth of washing,
and of course no end of little jobs, not to forget the almost bone-numbing
tiredness of a six hour drive home. So today was the first chance to sit down
and solve an issue. A simple but very important issue. Could I pick it up again
where I’d left off? Could I return, immediately, to the routine of producing
2,800+ words a day, could I still write?
For me, there was a big issue here, if I couldn’t I would
slip behind the curve on my target, and quite possibly end up abandoning the
quest to write a million words in 2013, in as public and ignominious a fashion
as possible. So, you can understand, why, when I started writing at about
twelve o’clock I found my fears were unfounded. Two and a half hours later, I’ve
hit 2,828 words and my fingers are itching to do even more, although I won’t do
so. I'm also still more than 12,000 words ahead of that metronomic schedule.
So, I guess the slogan of the year applies “Keep Calm and
Carry On.” For this writing addict, normal service has been resumed.
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