I haven’t written one word this year.

Sure, we’re only eight days in, but I haven’t taken that long a break in forever. I think the problem IS the New Year. New Year translates to New Starts in my brain.

Instead, I have a book that’s two-thirds written to finish by the end of this month, another that’s contracted and due by April 1st, but I’d much rather be spinning a brand new tale to hasten in the year.

I know. It’s time to pull up the big girl panties and get to work. Maybe a little company would help. Anyone feels like doing some timed writing in the next couple of weeks, email me! I work best with a sense of urgency and competition fueling my muse.

And everyone else—nag, nag, nag!