Hands up who had a brilliant year. Yeah, me neither. 2021 was the poor sequel to the horror franchise opener that was 2020.

My best efforts weren't good enough this year: I didn't get to 50,000 words in November as part of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).

Some people who have followed me for a few years may have heard tell of a Victorian serial I've been working on.

It's NaNoWriMo time again! The basic premise of NaNo is that you write 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November.

So, if I haven't stopped writing, what's the problem?

More than 12 months down the line, I've taken definite steps to improve my writing routines and habits.

For me, the most important part of any online project management software (and I've tried a few by now) is that downtime is limited.

No kidding, it's difficult to write and edit when the world looks the way it does right now.

Time for an accountability check or, as it turns out, an examination of failure!

I wouldn't categorise myself as a traditional lesbian romance author. My characters are too contrary for that.

2020: the year the world as we knew it splintered into something else.