I write over 800 words a day, but not in one place. It’s in my journal most of the time. I have 7 journals. Six online through Penzu and one physical hand-written one which is going to hqave to be burned at my death.
I don’t write stories anymore. I’ve been reading non-fiction and therefore been writing essays or things in my journal. It’s not like I don’t have a story to write. “Teen Guardians” is a story I had in mind for a while now, but haven’t had a chance to put together. Problem is, I know the story, how to get there, and it’s plotted out. Now it’s boring.
So not only is my cat looking up at me expectantly, but so are people who have read my book.
Slowly, it’s coming together.