Today I was forced to take a break from my literary endeavours when I woke this morning feeling more exhausted than I’d felt upon retiring the night before. An annoyance, given that I wanted to get on with chapter two, but I have to be sensible; I have rather less energy than most (an effect of my disability), and 7,000 words in a little over a week isn’t bad going. I therefore gave myself the advice I’ve given other writers in the past; writing a novel is a marathon, not a sprint. We none of us have limitless energy. Use what you have wisely.
On the subject of The Children of the Resolution, I’m toying with possibly posting the prologue and chapter one on this blog. I don’t want to do this, however, if no one is interested in reading it (it makes me look terribly unpopular if prospective publishers drop by .) Given that it’s only twenty double-spaced pages, would you be interested in reading and sharing your honest opinion (good or bad)?