I was announcing last week the start of my second novel. So how much did I write? Not a word, although the opening sentences are there, ready to be typed. All I had time for was going back to the research I did in 2015 and think more about my story, mainly while out in the forest with our dog.
I am getting a bit better at accepting that sometimes, life just takes over and needs your immediate attention. Patience is required, and this is not my forte. However, so many things are simply falling into place at the moment that I know the necessary time to write will somehow materialise too. Come to think of it, it is happening already: Wednesday was supposed to be the first day of my new freelance job and it has now been postponed to next week.
As the last sunny day forecasted for this week ends, my warm Minions socks and I are ready to take place in front of the Mac tomorrow.
Have your writing projects been delayed too?