Well, I almost didn't write this post. It's the mood I am in this week. I have edited I think 7 words all week and don't think I will be getting much more than that done in the remaining few days.
I have spent a lot of today asking myself why I bother? Sitting behind the pc every evening, waking up at 5.15 every morning to try to get something done. (More often than not failing due to either kids waking up or household chores getting in the way) I have to ask… what is the point? My book sales peaked at 6, although – looking back on it I hang my head in shame – it just wasn't really ready, and I haven't actually had a real visitor to my blog other than a misguided google search for almost two weeks.
Of course I'll carry on, but at times is just seems as though I am fighting a current that doesn't give me a break or even pretend to let up for a second. I have been working on this novel for almost 2 years and still don't seem to be getting anywhere. If I was a psychologist I would be asking myself if I really want to finish it. I do, that much I do know, I just need to clear my mind and find the damn time to do it in, not just grabbing 5 minutes here and editing one sentence there.