One thing luring me closer to actually producing the written word at the moment is immersion in fantasy novels. It has been quite a while since I've had the time to read so much, and it's reminding me why I love the genre. It's also reconditioning me, in some strange way, into writing it. The very act of reading fantasy is reigniting the excitement, like a chemical reaction. My brain goes into this weird place where I read and appreciate and feel compelled to reengage with my novel.
The irony is of course that I can't write while reading. And at the moment, reading is infinitely easier. I've had the occasional thought that maybe I'll just give up on writing and simply be a reader -- after all there are plenty of fabulous books out there. I can't possibly read all the ones I want to, so why make it hard for myself...? But that thought leaves me feeling empty and not myself, so I guess I am destined to be always trying to write at the very least.
I'm going to make the most of reading opportunities for now and hopefully fuel the 'want'. As I am sure I have stated elsewhere on this blog, what good is it if a writer doesn't have time to read? (And, yes, this is shameless rationalisation, but I'm sticking to it!)