Slow Progress

I love being a writer. I love writing. I genuinely enjoy sitting at my computer and thinking up ideas, then typing them up, or sitting somewhere with a notebook and putting my ideas to paper. To me a wonderful day consists of doing just that for hours with some time spent with my husband when he gets home from work and maybe a half hour spent playing with my insane cat. That is why those lulls when, no matter how much I want to write or how hard I try to write, I can't seem to make the creative juices flow as easily are incredibly painful for me to endure. On the up side: I have made actual progress on the prequel to Faith's Demons in the past two weeks. On the down side: it's been excruciatingly slow going. Still, two pages is better than none! Feel free to send writing vibes my way!

Why being sick sucks...

It appears that being sick is not good for my creative process. For about a month now my husband and I have both had our energy wiped out by chest infections, and in that time I have written a whopping one page of new material. The problem is that I have ideas, but they're scattered and my brain and body are too exhausted from illness to try to properly make use of them. Yesterday, for the first time in a while, my fingers' urge to write and my brain's ability to string more than two sentences together finally coincided. I'm now hopeful that the rest of September will be more productive for the as yet untitled prequel to Faith's Demons than the whole of August was. Fingers crossed! Now to just stop coughing...