I wrote over 6,000 words this week. I’m almost finished The Loving Kind – I have about 3 or 4 chapters to go. But I’m also sad - soon I’ll be leaving my characters behind and I’ve become so attached to them.

Writing is a strange old job. Every day the same fight against sitting down and getting to work. The same procrastination (is that spelt right? spelling isn’t my strong point!). The same messing around with the internet, ringing friends, chatting to the postman, opening and reading post – yes, even bills – anything rather than write.

But once I start writing something magical happens. My characters start to take over and I get so wrapped up in the story that I don’t notice the time fly by. Even if I’m feeling down, sick or just plain tired, I’m still able to write. It’s a minor miracle, one that I thank God for every day.

This year I have to finish three books – usually I write one. It’s a tall order. I’ve never written so much fiction in one year before. Which means more time at my desk; more time inventing things to delay writing.

But there’s nothing as satisfying as a good writing day. Getting my 2,000 words done makes me happy. It makes the rest of the day shine. It really is a precious gift.

If being a full time writer is your dream, I do hope it comes true some day. The writing life is full of simple joys.

I wish you all good writing days.

Sarah X