In practice, I write a thousand words a day, anyway. In fact, it crept up to 1500 minimum at one point, which pushed me to exceed that every day. It's time to forgive myself and remind myself I only have to find 500 words. I know if I don't write to that routine, I literally grind to a halt. I know why this dry spell has crept up on me - I'm stalled waiting to leap into action on the next round of little edits on the book. I have two outstanding projects to get on with and two books on the go, and a rationale to write. That's too much, I'm dithering between them rather than doing any of them. So, I'm planning to choose one each day, and I'll work on that. I can't switch between projects and all the time I'm thinking about a novel some little voice is nagging me about the poetry competition.
Speaking of the poetry comp, I sent off a draft to look at from Lulu, and immediately can see the order is crucial, also that I need two more poems to play with. There's something wonderfully encouraging about actually holding a book in your hands. It also gives you a sense of the substance of the work. Eighteen poems represents masses of work - I wrote two novels over that time. Poetry is HARD but there's something incredibly satisfying. So, today, I'm planning to polish a couple of poems and move them around.