Last week, I sung the praises of being back in a routine again. How finally that would let me get some stuff—we’re talking writing stuff here—done. So here we are, a little over a week later, and who would like to guess just how many words I’ve written since then? Anyone?

Here, I’ll give you a hint:

Despite having my blessed routine again, I’ve somehow managed to avoid any kind of serious writing or editing. Do you know what that means? It means I need something to get myself moving again, to get me unstuck, out of neutral, and flying down the Word Count Highway again.

That’s it! That’s exactly what I need, a swift kick in the butt. I think it’s kind of like exercise: when you’re in the routine and doing it regularly, it’s easy to keep it up. But once you stop, for whatever reason, it can be  hard to get back into the program. It doesn’t help that I’ve been obsessing over my Work In Progress, wondering if some of the happenings in the plot are too contrived or convenient, is it all believable, does it all make sense? Those are all good things to be thinking about, but maybe after the rough draft is done and I’m in editing mode. After all, you have to have something to mold; you can’t edit words that aren’t there.

And so, with that, I’m going to end with one of the shortest posts I’ve ever published as I attempt to kick myself in the butt and spend my day off doing some honest to goodness writing. Feel free to go down to the comments and take a good swift kick too, if you want. Just in case I miss.

Alright, here goes nothing.

I’m going in.