For the past year I've been on a break from writing. I got to the stage where I would open up Scrivener, determined to write, only to stare at the page irritably for the next hour or so.
It wasn't doing me any good, so I stopped. I put everything on hold. If I wanted to write a scene that was fine, I'd write it, but then I'd go on my merry way again with no thought about when I would next put words on paper.
During this beautiful, relaxing time I went and started another job, meaning I now work five or six days a week, occasionally seven (and my 'holidays' are simply days where I'm working in the other place). In addition to my jobs I have two horses to keep fit (which won't be happening over winter) and an obligation to relax, de-stress and switch off.
Now it seems as if all of this work has kicked my laziness so far out of the water I can't find it any more. I've planned my future to within an inch of its life. I know what I want and how long I've got to achieve my goals. I've taken the chance to do things I've always wanted to do and I've never stopped thinking about my stories, despite my fall out with writing.
Yesterday I started writing again and with this new mindset I have a feeling I may yet finish. I know the world, I know the characters and for the first time in my life I know roughly what I want to happen. It's no longer one scene that keeps playing over, or a character that keeps changing their mind, or a boring, long winded internal monologue.
Every day, until November the First, I will be aiming for between two and four thousand words a day, just to see if I can carry the momentum. If I manage that I will tackle Nano with force and determination.
26/10 - 2,765
27/10 - 4,157
28/10 - 3,235
29/10 - 3,161