Slow progress...but progress nonetheless!

I seem to be back in writing mode this week - no time-wasting synopsis-writing for me this week! I think it was valuable to work on the synopsis a little last week as it gave me the confidence to move forward with the story today, and I was able to sit down this morning and just start writing, knowing exactly where I was going. It's interesting: even though I sit in front of the computer in my home office to work on the book only once a week, I do spend a lot of time thinking about plot and character and dialogue and things I want to write the rest of the time, so when I start up, I'm off! I also left what I was writing midstream (sounds like a urine test!) so I can pick it up next week - and old trick I taught myself years ago. There is nothing harder than coming back to a project and having to start on a fresh movement or chapter from a standing start.

Spent the afternoon doing writing for money (actual money, that is, not future potential income!), writing 1000 words for Bride and Groom magazine on choosing a wedding celebrant. Bread and butter, pays the bills!

My Massey study materials arrived this week too: I have enrolled for stage 2 Modern NZ Politics (a history paper, covering the period from the 1890s to today with lots of fascinating stuff about the rise of the Liberals, the war years and economic recession, the birth of the Labour party, Muldoonism etc) and a stage 3 paper on travel writing, which I hope will enhance both my enjoyment of the genre and my output!

Overall I feel positive about the year ahead (writing-wise); I get frustrated when I write for hours on end and only produce something which I can read in five minutes or less, but I have to keep part of my eye on the big picture.

Recent reading
I am nearly at the end of Lady Chatterley's Lover, which I am sure is going to end in tears. I kind of want it to be over so I can get on with the pile of books I got from the library yesterday, including Helen Forrester's Twopence to Cross the Mersey, which I must have read at least two times before, if not more. It is a compusively readable account of a young girl's life in the depths of the Depression in Liverpool, which I loved as a teenager and interests me now due to my growing interest in early twentieth century history.