My writing demon has been off on a holiday for the past two weeks. I think he deserved a break; he’d had a big year.
When he returns, I’m hoping we’ll get a routine going. 2014 was a largely routine free year and I don’t think that did much for overall productivity. Not that it was a word-light year with all the editing and that new novel I started. It just felt a bit, well, chaotic.
But for now, I’m going to enjoy the latest postcard my demon sent – featuring a beach and a drink with a tiny umbrella in it – and get back to the non-writing toil I’ve been doing.