Loving my WIP

Turns out blogging is a bit of a displacement activity. Who knew? Well, most of us to be honest but it's easy to justify as self-promotion (promoting what? I'm not published yet!), education and knowledge sharing (hmmm, I'll get back to you when I know what I'm doing but don't hold your breath), entertainment (not quite that arrogant), venting (guilty), writing warm up (some justification tbh) and using as a diary (guilty again). But yes, it's mainly yet another way to procrastinate although, with a Twitter habit like mine you wouldn't have thought I needed to find any new ways to waste my valuable writing time.

And then suddenly I don't have time to blog.

I haven't been away, I haven't been any busier than usual (impossible without discovering time travel or how to survive without sleep), in fact I've been ill this week, spending a couple of weepy, pathetic days in bed reacquainting myself with Marian Chesney's six sisters series. But I haven't had time to blog because I've been writing.

I know, crazy!

Partly it's the success of my positive Lent plan, not to give things up but to do something instead, namely to write 1000 words a day. I have faithfully stuck to this, told you I was deadline orientated!And blogging doesn't count, it has to be 1000 words on my WIP. I am writing every day, if not in the same time and at the same place, just like some bloke called Stephen King advises - apparently he knows what he's talking about. But partly it's because something amazing has happened...

I love my WIP. I love my characters.I love the setting especially as I have just set a chapter in Florence, one of my favourite cities and my very own honeymoon destination. I don't love the plot but we can't have everything and I have the first, second and line edit to go so that's eminently fixable (if I can come up with anything new, I sense a panicked discussion with my CPS will be in order). I am loving writing this book. I would rather write it than blog. The tragedy is it's taken me months to get to this stage and now I only have one and a half chapters, 7000 words to go. Why couldn't I have found this love and enthusiasm earlier?

Still, looking on the bright side I still have the first, second and line edits to go. This WIP has a lot of work in it yet.

And I'm sure I need to google a lot more pictures of Florence before I'm through.