Aren't habits odd things?
A few months ago I said I was going to write what I wanted to rather than what I thought I should. Through September I managed to stick to that, jotting down a few bits and pieces with no idea if they were useful or relevant to anything. So far so good, yes?
Then October arrives, my inbox fills with reminders about NaNoWriMo beginning on the first of November and away I go, planning and wondering what to write about. I dredge a story idea from all the fragments of earlier ideas and set about writing 1667 words a day. Then I pause, remember that this is just a habit and I stop. I don't want to write that story. Or rather I think it might be a tale for another day. I stop doing NaNoWriMo and remember that I'm only writing what I want to, not what I think I must.
So, habits, right? Easy to form, hard to break.
I hope I've broken this one now but as I'm such a people pleaser it's possible I'll have to give myself a good talking to again in the not too distant future!
