I have done next to no work since the end of October, so that probably qualifies. Lesson learnt: I should never, never, have downed tools. One thing leading to another, I turned around and I hadn’t done any useable work for three months. To be fair, someone close to me passed away, and Christmas was a sad affair.
This is obviously a tough hole to climb out of, but from dithering to procrastination, I have eventually succeeded in dragging myself back to my writing chair.
Opening the laptop felt far too much of a commitment so I stuck to the 3 Ps: paper, pencil and post-its.
I took to writing fiction like a duck takes to water…
All the skills I had honed for years in my various previous jobs – as a lawyer, a coach and a web content writer – dovetailed into the most enjoyable working experience of my life.
I sat at my kitchen table, in my bed, or on one of my – many – sofas, and the words poured out of me, chapter after chapter.
Of course, editing is tough, but even that I enjoy. I have the right mix of self-criticism and self-confidence. I look at my work, and I go, ‘Yep, it’s not bad, but you can do better,’ until I decide it’s good enough for my current level of skills. I have what educators call a ‘growth mindset’.