Good evening, folks! How are we all doing?

Today I’ve written 519 words and red-penned 8 pages of my mech story. I’m still struggling with the writing. Even though I’m writing every day, I feel like I’m not doing enough. Like, why am I not sitting at my desk and getting a thousand words a day knocked out. Or two thousand words a day? A day off from the day job, why am I not smashing out a tonne of words on those days?

The simple answer, my mental health is a little shite at the moment. It’s nothing I can’t handle, and I’m still cracking on as I’ve always done. Something that helps is writing, like I’ve said numerous times. It becomes therapy. Even if I’m not talking about what’s going on in my head, it’s still expressing what’s in my soul. Then, at some point I’ll find a thread and then I’ll start weaving something where I am bleeding onto the page, where I am expressing my soul in one way or another. In the meantime, I’ll keep writing what I am writing. Because it’s what my soul needs to do.

Have an awesome evening, folks. I’ll be back at it tomorrow, around some work in the garden, getting my little ones room ready for when I have her at the weekend and a load of other things I need to get done.

Have a good one!