November has been a month of writing.
After saying for years that I wanted to write a novel. After starting that novel two years ago and never finishing it. And after kicking myself for not prioritizing writing like I should, I am finally writing.
The words come easier now. The more I write the more I feel like writing. The easier it is to slide into the story after a day away. The quicker the characters’ voices come back, more strongly themselves each time.
While some life changes temporarily derailed my progress, I’m not getting upset. I am choosing to keep writing. To keep making progress.
Because after all, we should measure ourselves by the progress we make.
Go you! I think the hardest thing sometimes is just staring, and it sounds like you’re on a roll! I’m excited to see what you create — and possibly be first in line to purchase your book? :)
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Starting IS the hardest part. Those big tasks are always bigger when we are starting at them head on. I’m excited to see what I create, too: I am writing without an outline, so we’ll see how much revision I need later… :)