This past weekend I finally did manage to start writing some. The story chosen was one that has been on my mind for many years, namely a horror adventure story set in Victorian times. Sort of a Sherlock Holmes meets Indiana Jones kind of deal, with a sprinkle of Lovecraft. The tally ended up being 1767 words, not an impressive number in any way, but at least it is a start. Though it was mostly a rewrite of an existing work, so I suppose that makes the feat even less impressive. But still better than nothing. All that is needed now is to get into some sort of routine. Waiting for inspiration is the death of a writer.