Proud of Myself

I'm quite proud of myself this week. I've worked on my new story every night and I've produced 14 strong pages, so far.

While my son's in the bath and after I get him in bed, I plan to write more tonight, even if all I produce is one page. I made the mistake of having wine with dinner and now I'm very, very sleepy.

I'm glad I decided to change projects for a while, because this new one doesn't feel like such a struggle. I'm more confident about my main character's voice and I can see clearly where her story is headed. My vision is much more cloudy with the story I set aside.

So, now dinner is cooked and eaten, dishes are washed and my son's bedtime routine is in progress. All I have to do is make my lunch for work tomorrow and I can focus on my writing for a few minutes until Jack's finished his bath and I can settle in front of the computer until my bedtime. It's nice to feel relaxed while I'm writing again, rather than frustrated and tense.