You know it very nearly happened this morning...I almost climbed back on that damn treadmill after less than 24 hours ago promising myself I wouldn't. I sat in front of the screen and began trawling through pages and pages telling myself it wasn't quite right, not quite good enough too little detail...blah, blah, blah...
Fortunately help was at hand in the form of my daughter who asked if I would take her up to the little local library. I spent a very pleasant hour flicking through the opening pages of a variety of books that I wouldn't normally read and realised they were just the kind of story that I am currently telling...or trying to anyway. I felt a lot better when I looked at all those books on the shelves and told myself 'yes, it can be done!'
Combine that with a stiff post-lunch talking to and I've just sat back down and forced myself to get on with it. Result: 50,550 words. I think that's another 3,000 on top of what I'd got yesterday. So, if in doubt...take a break, have a read of what others have already written and then just get on with it.
It sounds so easy... the words of advice flow so easily out of the ends of my fingers and yet... the actual 'doing' is oh so hard! I have a feeling that this won't be the last time I have one of these wobbles and you lot of course will be the first to hear about it!