The Insecure Writers Support Group is – well – what it says on the can really. One day a month we can let out all our fears and frustrations without our readers telling us to put a sock in it or smiling sweetly as they murmur about “First World problems”.
Actually they can if they want, but this is the one day of the month that I’ll feel justified to ignore them.
So – problems.
I’m not writing. Simple as that. My word count has gone up by approx 1000 words since Christmas and that’s no way to write a novel.
It could be because a string of interrupted nights means that even if I get up early enough to write I don’t achieve much. Or that I’ve spent 55k words making characters one can care about and now I have to kill most of them off. But wither way it’s blinking well frustrating!
On the other hand, I have edited the second draft of a short story and am about to start a final sweep for things like passive voice and peripatetic body parts. By this time next month I hope I’ll have developed the backbone to have submitted it somewhere.
IWSGis – see you next month.