All in all, I have to admit that
this has been a really, really bad period for me. Not just inspiration-wise,
luck-wise, or internet-wise, but also pretty much everything-else-wise, too.
I have been having really,
really slow going getting inspired these days. This blog was supposed to help
inspire me to start writing again, and so it has. But blog writing is very
different from novel writing, as all writers would probably agree. It takes
very, very little to put someone off novel writing when they are in a slump and
trying to make their way to fit word to paper (or screen, as the case may be).
With me, the lack of internet,
which usually in no way has any direct correlation with novel writing (no,
wait, the relationship is inverse; the more internet I have, the less time I
have to write) aaaaand I lost track of where I was. Where was I?
Ah, yes. The internet, which
usually makes me write less, is now gone, and for that reason, I am in no mood
at all to write. Makes sense? Not at all, and yet here I am, determinedly
sticking to this excuse like a guy standing smugly on ice that is both visibly
and audibly cracking ominously all around him.
