That about describes by writing of late: stop, start. Really it’s a lot more of the stop and less of the start.
I did start this morning after what must be a fortnight of stop. That’s the way it is, but it is very frustrating. Even trying to get back into the world of my novel takes time, re-reading what I have been doing and getting into the grove.
I wonder if other aspiring writers who have full time jobs and families find that too? I’m sure it’s common. I just wish I could get lengthy stretches at it.
I wanted to finish the first draft by the end of the month. I am determined to do that, but the days are running out and I must have six or so chapters still left. Either way, it’s great to put the words down again and inch forward.