So, having written nothing for months (distracted by the house move) I’ve just poured out a first draft of a short story, which is quite a strange one, and I don’t quite understand it myself yet. But I’m so pleased to be creating again. I’ve made a list (I’m definitely a list person) of my potential writing projects to pick up again, and I think the first job is to re-read where I was up to on a couple of them, and see if I become re-inspired.
I don’t think you can under-estimate how helpful it is to read for pleasure, and now having a daily commute, and a new routine, I’m ensuring I have space to enjoy both fiction and non-fiction, and reduce my addition to the time-stealing moving picture box. It’s a rebirth of sorts. Having not been on the blog or social media, sales and reads have dried up of course, as without the machinery of an agent or big publisher, it’s a never ending cycle of self-promotion needed in order to get your work read, and I maintain that the artist formerly known as Twitter has taken a significant downturn in helpfulness unless you want to howl at the moon or invent bile. Even the cat and dog posts have reduced. So I’ll be exploring new social media homes over the coming weeks.
But the main things is I’m back to writing something. And hopefully the occasional reader will emerge from the woodwork too.
Stay safe,
Kit xxx