I picked up at a writing place I have not visited in 3 months.
It was a book I was working on, a book that seemed to be going not quite as well as I had hoped - the narrative did not seem to flow correctly or well and the characters seemed, well, wooden. So I set it aside, thinking that I would get back to it in a little while. And then a little while got longer
I tried to work on something else for Nanowrimo, but found that the genera of the book was not working out. The simple reality is this: I like to write - and believe I am good at writing - a certain kind of book, the parable. That is how I think and how I seem to write. Other forms just seem less fluid and more forced.
So last night I went back to the manuscript I had. Re-reading it, I suddenly thought "This is not nearly as bad as I remember". Sure, the characters were a little rough and the plot not nearly as well developed as I would of liked, but I did stop in the middle of writing it, after all.
Ironically it was Nighean Dhonn that decided me fully last night. She sat at the table last night writing a starter story on what she would do if she was an eraser. Her dedication to sitting at the table and writing in pencil made me question my own - after all, if she can write for half an hour surely I can.
Because I forgot the most basic rule of writing: write. Always. Even if it seems terrible and even if you do not like the way that it sounds. Just keep writing your way through it. Because if you do not write, you simply will never get through the part that you do not like to a place where you do.