Bad weather has been good for writing, and I’m forging ahead with the WIP. Today I ignored the hint of spring in the air, having promised myself a whole day in. Typically I ran out of steam after a couple of hours, but a break during which I washed my car (I did think it might fail last week’s MOT on grounds of invisibility) was enough to get me going again.
I must say I’m impatient to know that my plot will work out and for now I’m skipping through scenes at a great rate. When things grind to a halt (as they do from time to time) I’ll reread and decide what needs to go and what needs writing up into something more solid.
Last night’s meeting of Bristol Women Writers (I missed the last one) also provided encouragement. Another member has now found an agent – that’s two in the last year.
Which goes to show that if the writing is strong enough, it can be done.
