Today, for the first time in almost a year, I added new words to RUFUS, one of my novels-in-progress.
I’m going to let that sink in for a moment
[for myself, more than for you, sorry]
The longest I shelved a novel – or at least one that got finished – was the 5 years when Do Sparrows Eat Butterflies? sat at 60 pages. I’ve written about the whys and wherefores of that block several times before, so I won’t cover the ground again. Besides, it’s hardly been an idle time since I last wrote, though the pendulum has swung far towards my musical self, with the release of Grope, Writer’s Flow and Turquoise Cyan Sapphire.
For now, all that’s important is that I added words to RUFUS today – and intend to add more tomorrow
[and yes, I was writing to Writer’s Flow – Music For Writing – you should really try it yourself]
All that’s important is that I recognize the act in its moment: I am a writer; I am writing.
One step and then the next, gets you where you’re going.
[incidentally, I’m using that as a pace chant when out running – it works really well!]
Over the years, I’ve gained many insights about writing and writers block. They all help me know. And the simplest is:
One word and then the next, gets the book written.
I am a writer; I am writing.