After a week away I have returned to my desk to write (freshly inspired thanks to the museums of Amsterdam). Progress on the book this month has been better, and I have found a new rhythm: read, run, write. Repeat.
It helps me to read more to feed my creativity and find inspiration, and I am lucky that my recent haul of books from the library has been plentiful in both. The running gives me space and time to think about things, and although I rarely manage to actually record anything whilst I jog along river paths (I need the breath for running), by the time I return home I am usually ready to get writing.
In my writing journal I keep a record of the days I write, and how long I have worked for. At the moment, I have started with 90 minutes, then step away. My concentration doesn’t last much long yet, as I am finding my way into the book. Flow is patchy, but there is a vague shape of things now. I am getting words down on the page.
This month was the first in my new writing regime, and it feels good.