In the beginning

I love editing. And I love freelancing. But ... there is a downside. No matter how hard I try, how fervently I swear that it's not going to happen again, I see my own work slipping slowly, gently and inexorably to the bottom of the pile. Below the bottom - it becomes subterranean. I have neglected my writing for so long that I don't know if I'll even be able to blog. I'll be starting writing workshops again next week, and maybe that will give me a kick start. I need it. I have a book to finish but I have been away from it for so long that it sounds as if my characters are calling to me from the bottom of a deep deep well. I need to throw them a rope. I ned to throw myself a rope too. Made of something easy to grip, not the slippery stuff of expectations.

So here's the plan. I'm going to trick myself into believing that I am a writer again - and the way I'll do it is by writing here regularly. Even if it's only 100 words a day - I've just done a word count here and I've written 202. More than I've written for myself in a long time ... I'm not going to write about writing the whole time. I'm just going to promise to write.