I have a rough plan for my novel so I know where I should be heading. But I’m finding it hard not being able to workshop my new material. No workshops. No tutorials to help me out. What once seemed like a horror – having others scrutinize my work in progress – now seems like a luxury as I face the remaining wordcount on my own.
This week I’ve learnt three things:
- Making the adjustment to working alone is hard.
- Having a target helps.
- Most of what I write is crap.
Oh, and one more thing. I learnt that when going to an exercise class for the first time in months, if I’m not careful I will end up with muscles so tender and swollen I can’t physically get a mug of tea to my mouth or a cork out of a bottle of wine. Although I can still type. Lucky me.