I’ve been in a rut recently. I said I’d try to write 40,000 words this month for Camp NaNoWriMo and I only lasted a few days, and a little over 6,000 words. Before that I kept having ideas but never got far in writing them. Whatever I’ve tried hasn’t worked. I suspect it’s a confidence issue; I never wrote so much as when I believed in myself and my story, and at the moment, frankly, I don’t. I tell myself that what I write, as a first draft, doesn’t need to be good, but I know that’s a tacit acceptance that it isn’t good.
And I’ve neglected this blog too – infrequent posts, no advice (since I don’t feel qualified to give any) and I’ve been checking my stats less too.
So I’m trying something new, again. It’s less ambitious than other attempt to stimulate my writing. It is simply this: the one-hour story.