This is just ridiculous and I should change this blog’s name to ‘Hardly Ever Pages’ as the holy morning ritual it started out as is no more. At my current rate I’m writing something once a month. It’s not all bad though, I’ve secretly been working on the second draft of Alice and over the past couple of weeks another, brand new project has wedged itself in… Good things to those who wait – although if you’re a writer prone to procrastination this is a big, fat lie. Nothing will happen then. Good things come to writers who write. And I am. Slowly but surely. Fast in the first instance, hammering those words out at break neck speed, but then down to a dull snail’s pace when it comes to edit. Hey ho, I know myself and this is how I work. I’m good at kicking off, getting started, gathering speed. Keeping the momentum is what I truly suck at, but I know how to fight those unproductive periods now and the growing manuscripts – both of them! – are the proof of that. One pretty polished, the second still a growing ocean of words as they tumble out of me.
So what else? Well, driving has meant that I’ve put on a few pounds given before I’d be on foot and therefore get a great deal of exercise for free but there’s an antidote and that’s running every day. Running has been a big part of my life for 20+ years and one I don’t want to let go. After a few weeks of sitting on my backside will mean it’ll take a bit of effort to get into it again, but I’ve done it before and will do it again. Amazingly, I’ve gone from being shit scared of London traffic to negotiating it with considerable confidence – I thought it’d take me much longer.
….and life goes on as it normally does – love my son, love my partner, love where we live, love who and what is in our lives and generally start each day with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. I’m very, very fortunate.