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The extended silence from the rickety edifice known as Marlowe Manor has had a few causes. One such is that I have been focussing most of my writing efforts on my novel. It suddenly dawned on me a week or two ago that I was unexpectedly within a couple of chapters of finishing it.
I instantly panicked and the procrastination* demon moved in and in the time since then I've managed about half my usual output.
Panic notwithstanding though I am working to finish my first draft which will be the first time I've ever completed a novel-length work. Once that's done I intend to follow the advice given by Stephen King in On Writing and put it aside for a while and start something new. Actually instead of something new I will pick up a former work that I abandoned halfway through having been convinced that it was utterly dire and without merit, but on re-reading recently turned out not to have been too bad.
*"I don't acknowledge procrastination as a problem by the way, I just see it as delegating work to my future selves" - some wise wit on Facebook