Okay, so I’ve gotten back into writing Eritis Mea practically daily, however, because I simultaneously launched my freshly-revamped other business—the one I use for Linked In and to talk to acquaintances and distant relatives about since I can’t seem to ever make myself mention the L-word to their faces—and because I’ve been busy settling my freshly-deceased mum’s affairs, progress on Eritis Mea has been extreeeemmeeeelllyyyyyy snail-like.
I took two weeks to finish writing/editing a single 13-page chapter—not kidding. The famous author (sorry, I can’t remember who right now) who said write everyday or you’ll lose the flow was right. After months of not writing, I feel like my engine can’t quite run as fast as it did before. With The Woman Who Tried To Be Normal, I was doing one chapter every six hours at this point in the writing. Right now, no matter what I try, I can’t recreate that level of productivity for some reason.
It does, however, feel very nice to be writing slowly enough to get to properly enjoy the words and play around with situations, which I perhaps hadn’t been doing enough of when speeding along. Perhaps it’ll make the work better? Who knows? Let’s see.
In other news, I resumed compilation of the Long List of Lesbians and only just added 15 new entries. And I think Jacintha Ardern is just absolutely fabulous and inspiring.
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