After a small break from writing (novelwise) I am now writing like a demon into the night. Every time I have a break I go through the same process as I get back to full steam. It is a process of self-flagellation (think mentally here please) as I work my way down a menu of self-doubt, lack of faith and general scoffing that I ever thought I could write in the first place. As I work through the next chapter I gradually allow myself back into Fairyland where the hoover gathers dust and the dishes pile up in the sink.
With one fairytale already published, and five already written, I thought that this process would die a death and I would feel more confident. Hah! Maybe this feeling never goes away and the only thing that I can say with certainty is that I know that I can write 120,000 plus words! Maybe this feeling is the thing that keeps me going, the thing that wakes me up in the middle of the night and drags me to the keyboard before my eyes are open. A pointy stick that keeps me sharp and drives a novel to its eventual conclusion.
So, I'm back, churning out words like a hellcat and once again blogging has become my naughty biscuit. A treat at the end of a chapter, a paragraph (a sentence?) - a fairy cake reward for a fairytale novel that I may never quite believe that I wrote all by myself!
Natural Magick stands at 55,000 words - is my chalice half full, or half empty?