20/08/2025

As I pace up and down my house today, waiting for the structural edit to come back, I’ve opened my computer to try and continue another chapter of Frayed Fibers.

I wonder why some days are more challenging for writing than others. I finished chapter one yesterday, but today I sat outside with the dogs, opened a pack of twisties, typed out a few words, listened to my favourite playlist, and managed to write 265 words. Some days I can sit and churn out four thousand words, while on days like today… nothing. Is this writer's block? Or am I pushing the series too soon and too hard?

It's all mapped out from start to finish, and I know how it’s going to end. Yet something is holding me back. I’ve often talked about letting go of my characters, but as writers, do we ever truly let go? These fictional people live in my head rent-free. They spark conversations, take me to places I wouldn’t usually dare to go, and when they become silent in my mind, I feel lost. So while I wait for the edit to return, I think I’ll take a step back. Perhaps a little perspective and a minor refresh are in order. After all, if I can’t concentrate long enough to form a coherent sentence, is there any point in writing at all?

For now,

Love and Champagne,

Liz x