Two abortive writing sessions this week, and then a complete break from writing altogether. So, apparently, writing every day lasted about a month!
I did today’s Detox prompt.
My intended after-work cafe was full and, by the time I eventually installed myself at Patisserie Valerie at King’s Cross, my sugar was low, my concentration shot, and my brain refusing to focus.
Still, I brainstormed Shards, Artisan and Colours, and came up with some good ideas of how to progress with all of them. But I didn’t do any actual writing.
I did the daily word at www.oneword.com
I did today’s Detox prompt, which was the final one, so I looked up some other writing prompt sources and added a reminder to my calendar to do one every day, as I’m hoping to keep up my new habit of at least writing something very small and minor every day.
I caught up on some reviews.
After work, I fetched up in The Espresso Room on Southampton Row for a brief session. I started out launching into Part Two of Colours, which took an interesting, and possibly problematic turn, but that was where the story wanted to go, so I let it.
Then I suffered a complete brain fail, partially brought on by uncertain arrangements for the rest of the evening, and decided to head home early. So, I certainly didn’t achieve everything I wanted to do, but I at least managed some stuff, and had a clear plan for the next day.
I entered this month’s Visual Verse competition, and then I took the rest of the weekend off to properly enjoy the luxury of a reading retreat. I’m hoping a few days off will refresh my brain and enable me to pick up the writing reins productively again next week.