I've made slow progress this week. Manic stuff at work and a week of Trump as President hasn't helped my creativity. There were days where I felt myself sucked into a dark well of depression and it made my ability to be creative difficult to mine. Non-creative types don't understand how important it is to support and encourage creatives. They are not machines who churn out originality at the touch of a button. It takes time. Time to think. Time to craft.
As a result I've pushed my deadline back for WE ARE THE DEAD. I can write 1000 words a day relatively comfortably when I do write but too many missed days had pushed the amount needed up to nearer 2,000 and that's impossible for me except on a very rare day.
If I make this new deadline, then the book will have taken me six months to write a first draft. Very respectable.
I also had the fear last night that what I was writing was crap but I've done this enough times to know that feeling too is par for the course. I've just got to keep going.