My muse is a contrary beastie..

I had written virtually no new words at all during July.  I procrastinated by rearranging, writing a blurb / synopsis, but would freeze when it came to doing anything on the story itself.

So yesterday morning I gave in and decided I'd put this story aside and go onto something else.  Well, what do you know?  That was obviously all the beastie was waiting for - since then I've written over 2000 words - long hand - on my current work.  The one I was about to abandon.

*sigh*   Looks like I have to use reverse psychology on her...