My ambition was to complete my so-called novel (the 1st draft) by the end of June. Now I have realized that this will not be possible.
I don't suffer from writer's block, quite the contrary. I've got writer's ban.
When I sit down to write, it takes less than ten minutes before I'm interrupted by my old lady:
"What are you doing?"
"Writing"
"Do something useful. Do the dishes, mow the grass, paint the fence, water the flowers, iron your shirts, clean the bathroom, go for a walk. Do whatever, just get off that computer."
So, I have to go back to my old strategy, write when I'm out traveling, take the opportunities I get, write in small portions, slowly but steadily. No goals.
And writing a blog post only takes five minutes >:)
(That's my copy of On Writing by Stephen King in the picture. This winter, I put it in my pocket when I was on duty as gate judge in a giant slalom race. I planned to read before the start, and between the 1st and 2nd run, when nothing was happening. During the day, it started to rain heavily. Both the book and I got soaking wet. I took two weeks to dry it and bring it back to a readable condition. Good book.)
