The murky weather continues; flooded fields are a commonplace sight, the mornings seem darker than ever and my new solar panels are doing a great job of keeping the rain off the roof. And yet, there are signs of spring. In the garden, snowdrops are pushing up through the soil and this evening as dusk fell, birds were singing as they never do in the dark days of November and December. They know that the year has turned and the nights are slowly shortening.
So far this year I have been writing every day. On New Year's Eve, Dave worked out that if I want to get to 70,000 words by the end of the year, I need to write 164 words per day, which, lets face it, isn't much. So on January 1st I sat down and wrote 405 words in about 20 minutes. Then on the 2nd I managed 499 and last night around 399. Writing regularly has always been the key to getting through writer's block, procrastination and the feeling that it is too daunting and huge a task to ever be completed.