I’m writing.
In fact, I’ve probably done more on my novel so far this month than in all of June, and it’s nice to see it start to come together. I’ve even been doing three or four handwritten pages in my journal every day – producing horrid crap that will never again be read is fun.
I’m just not doing it on Novelish. I suppose it’s the writing for an audience thing that’s stopping me. It’s been difficult for me to declare something “good enough to post,” especially on those days when, for whatever reason, the words don’t come out easily. But I think, and hope, I’m over it by now – mostly – so you may be seeing more of me, if all goes well.
Besides that (and a minor Read in 2007 page update), there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot happening this past week, either in the world of books or with me. A couple of reviews are very slowly being worked on. It’s enormously hot here.
The important thing is that you are writing. Good Job! You should be proud of yourself that folks like to visit your blog and read what you have to say. We writer’s need communities where we can interact and know that others are feeling what we are. Writing itself is solitary but writers don’t have to live in solitude.