The Insecure Writers Support Group is – well – what it says on the can really. One day a month we can let out all our fears and frustrations without our readers telling us to put a sock in it or smiling sweetly as they murmur about “First World problems”.
Actually they can if they want, but this is the one day of the month that I’ll feel justified to ignore them.
So – problems.
I’m not writing. Simple as that. My word count has gone up by approx 1000 words since Christmas and that’s no way to write a novel.
It could be because a string of interrupted nights means that even if I get up early enough to write I don’t achieve much. Or that I’ve spent 55k words making characters one can care about and now I have to kill most of them off. But wither way it’s blinking well frustrating!
On the other hand, I have edited the second draft of a short story and am about to start a final sweep for things like passive voice and peripatetic body parts. By this time next month I hope I’ll have developed the backbone to have submitted it somewhere.
IWSGis – see you next month.
Elin Gregory 
I know just how you feel matey. But don’t beat yourself up about it. You’ve done really well this last year and achieved so much, and….it’ll soon be spring with light nights and warmer weather (we hope)
ah, but that possible submission makes up for all your insecurities!
I’m not writing either except for class. Real life is in the way
How about writing something just for fun? Go and see what internet searches people have used to find your blog (it’s on your stats page) and use some of those words as a jumping point for a 1,000-1,500 word story. Have fun writing the beginning of something, and when you’re done, post it here for everyone to enjoy! No, I swear I have no ulterior motives in making this suggestion.
I can understand, you are going through a low writing phase. You will get out of it soon.
Ohh I hate apartments, as well. We were broken into in our old place and they could’ve cared less. The person came in through the patio and used a crow bar to pry the door open, since there was a dead bolt on it. We lived there for another 15 months after that incident and they never replaced the door. I could barely press on it and be looking outside and one of the maintenance people looked at it and told us, “the door is literally broken in half”.