I seem to have come round to that time again when I'm losing some heart with my writing. I have doubts about what I'm writing and if it's actually worth it.
The main reason for this of course is because it's been a few days since I last did any proper writing. After having everyone ill for a bit and subsequently having to de-germ the entire house, I haven't had much time to sit and focus.
I can tonight though! Everything else is done, there is nothing on the television (as usual!) so I can sit down for at least an hour and try and focus on something. I'm so excited my mind is racing with what to choose. Shall I work on some of my novel? Start a new short story? Try and rework an old short story? The possibilities are endless. And herein lies another problem. Whatever I choose to do I'll probably worry that I should have done one of the others. I'm too impatient and I just want to finish everything now!
So here's a little therapy session for me. I'm going to pick one thing to work on and focus entirely on that. At least I'll be making a little progress somewhere then ...