I've had a slight shift in my writing this month. Experiences -- real life experiences -- are coming thick and fast. I am journaling like crazy, trying to explore and record this strange new world I find myself falling into. But fiction writing has been put on hold.
It's a worthy reason, and one that I am proud of. I do hold real life in higher esteem than my imaginary ones, plus I have dim hopes of being able to use these experiences in future fiction. And if I may hand out advice to writers, I would encourage them to live as well as write.
I hope your own writing projects and life are flourishing.