On writing

This week was dreadful. Only 1,400 words written, and I wrote them all on Saturday. What have I been doing? Well, Christmas. My entire family’s been home, my grandma’s seventieth birthday party happened, and time just flew by. I’m going back home at the end of the week, so hopefully by then my writing will pick up again.

I did, however, manage to mostly figure out my novel Apocalypse, which I’ve been struggling with for years. I think I’ve got it pinned down now, and will work on it in January.

On reading

This is even more dreadful than the writing. I haven’t read a thing. It’s sad. I will read more books in 2014, most definitely. I shall make that a New Years Resolution.