I began this novel on May 27th 2006.
Today, on January 28th my alarm went off at 5:30:
Me: God, please pull me up out of this bed so I can start writing again!
Me: God, please don't let me fall back to sleep
God: Your life is going to be so much better one year from now if you will just take this one step.
I got out of bed.
I took a shower.
I made a pot of coffee.
I sat down at the keyboard and completed three pages.
Very small victories.
If you are a writer, you know that the writing is not the problem. The writing is the easy part. The real hard work begins after I type THE END.
This is not for the squeamish, but there is absolutely no reason why I can't do this...again. I promised a plan and I'm still working on it. But I don't want to get hung up on the plan and keep myself from moving forward. In the short term I have to think about a book cover design and finding an editor. If I am consistent and recapture the attitude of self-discipline that I once had I could conceivably have a first draft completed before the end of the summer.