Just goes to show you. Even the best of intentions sometimes mean nothing. I was planning to not write anything new until my exam is done.
But you know when you're on a diet and decided that you won't eat chocolate? The more you insist on not thinking about eating it, the more it's on your mind.
Same thing here. The clamor in my head from all the no-I-am-not-writing's are making such a lot of noise that the odds of being able to concentrate look pretty bleak.
On Sunday I decided to go back to my second WiP. It's actually pretty horrible right now. After all, I started writing it while I was drafting Doorways, so I hadn't learnt anything close to what I know now. Here's a tip for those new to writing: Want to really know what good writing is about? Fix your own mistakes. But remember to make them first.
Still, it's nice to just mess around without any pressure or goals.
It's actually not very far from the end, although I am seeing a looooooong rewrite in front of me. But that's a tale for another day.
Have you ever returned to a book that you got distracted from ages ago? How did it turn out?