Last weekend, I had a very productive 2 days. I'm trying to get back into a story that I haven't worked on in more than 3 years and it's been tough. My characters were distant and not talking to me. Sitting down to write was a lesson in frustration. For a while on Saturday, I even worked on organizing my kitchen to avoid writing.
But Saturday night, I forced myself to work and on Sunday, I got a lot done. Granted, a lot of what I did was taking the stuff I'd already written and reorganizing it and revising it to work with the revisions I was planning to make, but I did write new stuff too. Some.
The new stuff needs revision. Badly. My heroine's voice isn't coming through in the new pages, but I can fix that once I firmly reconnect with her and her hero. The important thing is that I finally made progress and damn, it feels good!
