For the second year in a row, Writers Weekend has been a wash for me as far as writing goes. I’ve decided that I am no longer allowed to do editing project for about two months before, so that I am in the proper writing mindset. And also that I am not allowed to work on the second book in whatever series I have going. Fortunately, this time around it wasn’t the Sequel of Doom.
I didn’t not get any writing done–go double negatives. But maybe 2k over the course of three to four days is beyond pathetic. I did finish knitting one scarf and start on a new one, so I wasn’t unproductive. Just not productive in the right way. I also spent the bulk of my time reading stuff I shouldn’t have been reading. Guilty pleasures ahoy!
Grey and Scarlettgirl have been very productive, which is brilliant. They both need life to cooperate so they can write more.
Back to the real world this afternoon. Of a fashion. I’ve got the day off from work, so my return is delayed until tomorrow. I think I need to look at it as a fresh start. Back to routine in more ways than one. I really do miss being a writer. But it’s hard to write when your creativity is nil.
Stop bitching, Emery, and start writing.
I’ll let you know how that goes.
