Well, things are very mixed for me at the moment. So much happening, I hardly have time to stop and think. I've done NO writing for about a fortnight, which will not help put food into the larder, will it? I owe letters, emails, phone calls to people and cannot bring myself to do any of them. I've got no motivation and a whole lot of angst and worry that I am not the writer I thought I was.
On the plus side, last night I was telling someone how a drama group I used to be involved with had let me know I was "surplus to requirements" as a writer. (This after ten years of being their only writer, but hey, things change. The old leadership left, a new leadership took over, I've moved to another group.) The person I was telling, who used to be in the first group themselves said "They're mad! They're nothing without you." Not true, of course, but immensely gratifying.
I had a crisis of confidence with my novel "Tymerys: Geoffrey's Freedom" which didn't help. I wondered whether I was wasting my time. I kept starting again and again and again. Now, I'm going to go through and do a complete draft, no rewrite till the end and see what happens.
The first page is up on the site. Let me know what you think.
Got to get on with the novel, because after it, I have two plays and a pantomime to write, and a pantomime to produce. So I'd better leave this and get on with the real work.