I love writing, and many, many days I do want to write. But there are days when I don’t. Either because something better is on offer (I’m a sucker for a day at the beach, or friends asking to come visit), because I’m stuck on a bit where I’m not sure how to get past, or simply because I’m not feeling inspired.
On those days, I’m trying to remind myself that I want a finished novel as much as I want to write. Which means pushing through the tricky days (sometimes I decide a break will do me good, sometimes I know I’m just procrastinating, and what I really need to do is start).
Sometimes too, it’s the starting bit that is hard, and once I’m actually sitting with my document open writing, I’m back in the zone and loving it.