Write a word... Ten minutes later, plonk another word next to it...
Guess what my writing week has been like? The silver lining is I've actually done some writing, but let's just say I'm not at my most productive. Everything feels like a great effort and I don't know why. In the rest of my life, this week has been pretty good. I'm not tired or stressed or depressed. My springer spaniel puppy has been distracting, but not to the extent that I can blame him for my lack of progress.
I suppose it's a motivation problem, but I haven't been feeling particularly demotivated. I can't put my finger on what's making me write so slowly. I have a deadline tomorrow to finish rewriting a short story and I will finish in plenty of time, but the changes I've made have been done in such a snail-like fashion that I haven't touched my novel. I've been following all my tips and tricks to beat procrastination (detailed to-do lists, powering through, chocolate as a reward), but to no avail.
I'm hoping my writing speeds up soon, but until then, I'll try to keep plodding along!