After a difficult year during which I felt no creative impulses whatsoever, I have started work on my novel again, rewriting and editing my way through a second draft. It had been sitting in a drawer for over two years. I’m excited, if a little rusty. I feel very out of practice and I have no idea whether I can improve on what I have written. I’m sure there are people wondering what the hell became of my novel-writing ambitions. But things happen in their own time, and I believe the experiences I have had over the last couple of years will contribute to my rewriting and editing in a way that could be wonderful.
Take your own sweet time, ignore the naysayers, and believe that creativity does not work on a set schedule. And simply fall in love with the process. That is more than enough.