I do hate those moments in the process of writ­ing when one has to stop scrib­bling because life will not per­mit such a thing. April has been one of these moments. I meant to take a break, and I did, and then I attempted to write more on Ran Red, and indeed, I did. How­ever then my wife (well let us just say my fam­ily) got sick and, in hav­ing to run around doing most of the patch­work to keep every­thing mov­ing, I have had little-to-no energy to accel­er­ate my book at all.

Thurs­day, I think was the last I fully wrote some­thing of decent size and con­tent. It was over 1k words, I recall that much, and dou­bled a scene I was doing. If that were the only case, then fair enough — life gets in the way of many a thing, even writ­ing. Unfor­tu­nately, said scene was a momentum-driven one and as such, the gap has caused a lit­tle loss in jump­ing back into it. Now it’s not only a case of glanc­ing back at what I had done, but read­ing most of the build­ing scenes so that I may re-carry that energy into what­ever my key­board types next. Bleh, I say, bleh…

This is more of a bemoan­ing post, but I felt like get­ting it out — into the air as it were. Per­haps it will help, maybe it won’t, but I don’t really care. This is ther­apy enough: to expunge any demons?

But any­way, bar all that not-writing non­sense, I’m still aim­ing for over 15k this month. I was going for 20k again, but with the floun­der­ing I seem to be doing, I doubt I’ll be pump­ing out over one-thousand words for the next fif­teen days. In any regard, if I get past 30k, that will be good for my spirit — I’ll feel like I man­aged to accom­plish some­thing.