So apparently I’ve been pretty slack this year. I haven’t blogged at all (not even to promote my books). And I haven’t managed to write much of anything, to be honest. I’ve been busy — at one point, I had 4 jobs — but that’s no excuse. I have too many WIPs to allow myself to start anything new. I need to finish something, you know?
I’m not going to make any half-hearted promises to update my websites, or to blog often, or to release a new e-book a month. I do have a friend who’s in the same boat, so we’ve challenged each other to write at least 500 words a day. It helps me out because he lives in the UK, so when his day is over, I still have several hours left of mine. Which means when he emails to tell me how many words he wrote, then I feel like I have to write, as well, or he’ll get ahead of me.
It might sound a bit weird, but in the past two days, I managed another 900 words, so at least there’s that.
So I’m not going to make any resolutions to write more. I’m just going to sit in front of a blank page (or a blank blog post) every day or so until words appear where none were before. This should be fun.