Gloomy weather this morning. Cool and gray outside. Have not worked on anything since Sunday. Still reading John Fowles: The Journals. Once again I’m having trouble finding a schedule I can maintain. For the past three weeks, Life’s gotten in the way in a big, focus-blasting way. I’ve fallen off the rails and I’m floundering, trying to find direction. All the writing is at a standstill, that is, I’ve reached a certain point in each WIP and can’t seem to push ahead. Although Saturday’s writing meeting with Michelle went very well, steady writing is still slipping through my fingers.
A part of the problem is the early morning risings. That worked well for a while, but it also wore me out so I’ve returned to night writing, but so far, it’s been spotty at best. Not sure what to do.