Another dreary day in England, and I'm struggling to put two words together to start a sentence. Surely I can't be so shallow as to let the weather get me down? But here I am, writing my blog instead of my book ... again.
What frustrates me is that I want to write, I enjoy writing, and when it flows, I feel fulfilled. But a little while ago I sat staring at the screen, reading through the current chapter, quite unable to make the story move forward. Seems to me there's only one thing for it, and that is to turn off the computer and clean the bathroom. Right now, that's my most creative prospect.