Writing is a funny business. I’ve written two books over the last year (one being a rewrite). A month or so ago, I stopped writing. It was as if I had run out of steam and I managed to convince myself that I couldn’t do it anymore. The irony? The past month has left me feeling somewhat lost. As I embark on a new project, I realise that I should never have stopped. There are three reasons for this:
a) Good writing is all about practice.
b) The only thing stopping myself from writing is myself.
c) I am basically a nicer person when writing.
So here’s to better writing, a positive frame of mind and a happier home.
