I have to ‘fess up.
My goal and my blog posts for this year are focused on completing my novel. The thing is:
I’m almost halfway there.
This confession is to set the record straight. I don’t want anyone to think they’re going to be with me from idea creation, to plotting, to writing word number one. My novel already has over 30,000 words.
I just can’t seem to finish it. I feel stuck. Not sure why.
Is it inability? No.
Is it laziness? Doubtful.
That’s it, my true confession. There are times when I lack focus. When I should be writing on my novel, I find myself distracted by the shiny—a new short story idea or a yummy-looking recipe. I struggle with disciplining myself to keep my cheeks in the seat and write.
So I’ve set myself a schedule to help get me in the habit writing. To become consistent. To be able to write on demand and not only when the muse (or my mood) takes me.
One hour a day, every day. It will be me alone with the screen. No phone. No Internet. Just me and the page.