I have been thinking – yes, that’s what that noise was – and have come to the decision that I am taking a break from my novel. I’m still writing and still going to carry on with my 500 words, three times a week goal, just on a different project.
It wasn’t an easy decision to make – I really love my story and my characters, but that’s where the problem lies. I love them too much and can’t help getting sucked into the little fictional world I created. Too much of my time is spent thinking about them, and to be honest, my little brain can’t cope.
My new project, isn’t really new. I’ve been working on it on and off for almost a decade. It’s a more factual piece based on the time I spent travelling in my early twenties. I doubt it will ever be more than a keepsake; someway of collating all my stories and memories, but it’s still writing and it’s – hopefully- going to be a little easier on me.
In other news: it’s still half-term, my hair is still rapidly turning grey, I still don’t get Art History and Christmas is still approaching too damn fast. Oh, and I’m still only meeting my goals by the skin of my teeth. Happy days.