After a day or so of doing things but not really getting much done, I sat down and wrote two new book reviews today. I also uploaded four or five reviews that I’d written for Wyntergreene but hadn’t added to the Read page of my site yet. (Those would be Progressive Witchcraft (thumbs up), Witch’s Familiar (thumbs down), Order of the Phoenix (thumbs up, of course — a year late, but finally uploaded!), Voices From the Pagan Census (undecided), Philosophy of Wicca (thumbs down), and Rites of Worship (thumbs up).)

So I’ve finished the reviews of Healing Magic and Advanced Witchcraft, and voila, simply because I’ve gotten writing down on paper (in pixels?) I feel satisfied. This is a problem with defining yourself as a writer: if you don’t write, you feel like a failure. Even rationalising reading as research doesn’t completely cut it. Deep inside, you still feel like you’re making excuses for the fact that you didn’t write.

However, all that has been swept away! I am a writer once more, with eight hundred new words to my name. (Not a stellar harvest today, but it’s eight hundred more than I had this morning.)