I’m writing this on Monday night. Tomorrow, Tuesday 11th, the Cariad Chapter of the Romantic Novelists’ Association has another on-line writing retreat, organised by the super efficient Jessie.
This means
a) I have to get up early
b) I have to find something writing related to do with the day.
I have given notice that the first session at 9 am will probably – undoubtedly – feature me in my dressing gown. Hopefully I will not still be wearing it at the second meet up at 12 30!
Issue (b) is a little more tricky. I haven’t done any writing since handing in Riviera 4 to the publisher at the end of July. Just not felt motivated. Covid and various other health issues bear some responsibility, plus all the work going on in the house.
What am I going to do about it?
Well apparently edits and a contract for Riviera 4 are on the horizon, so I guess it might be an idea to start thinking about Riviera 5. I do have some bits and bobs floating about, but none of the thinking is joined up at the moment. So tomorrow is going to be thinking time. This may look a lot like staring into space and drinking tea, but I hope it will actually produce something.
I’ll let you know.