I have currently typed up 47,740 words on my WIP – Dark Edges – but I am mindful of the fact that I keep thinking the whole process is a race. There is an almost desperate quality to my underlying emotions that I absolutely have to get this finished as soon as possible. I have tried to look at why – I’m not doing this for fame or fortune but I am doing it as it’s a passion, I enjoy it and it gives me a sense of purpose other than being a wife and mother.

I am putting myself under pressure to write at least 1000 words a day, whether I feel like it or not – ramblings are better than a blank page.

To give myself respite I go on Twitter and read relevant posts about writing and then I start thinking where would be the best place to send my ms when completed.

Good grief – shouldn’t I learn to crawl before I can walk?

Perhaps other writers feel the need for speed without an agent calling in the deadline – or perhaps I am the only mad frog in a box.

Every minute I spend not writing or typing up I feel I have wasted my time or let opportunity pass me by once more. I feel the urgency to write on a daily basis – in fact, whilst I was on a family holiday, I could be found sitting outside at 6am writing before everyone got up and needed my attention.

But my mantra must be – it’s not a race, it’s not a race – pace pace pace

Happy Word Flow One & All