While I recover from an exciting bout of maybe-food-poisoning, I’m getting around to some overdue digital house cleaning. I’ve been away since, uh, November. Oops. So, to sum up: I won NaNoWriMo ahead of time, made it over 50k, and then stalled out; December happened, much as car accidents do; and the start of a new year has seen me tinkering with more physically creative projects (jewelry-making, anyone?) and wondering where the past two months went.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to get myself back into the right frame of mind to finish up Jackrabbit House. Even though it runs counter to my usual methods, I’m thinking I will reread what I have so far, not to edit, but to sink back into the world of the story. Meanwhile, I will repeat to myself the new mantra, “Writing is not just for November, damn it!”
Now I’ll go away and dream of the day when I can eat more than plain toast and tea.