I didn't write a word in November. Sacrilege!
It wasn't writer's block. This was a conscious decision. Many writers celebrate (celebrate?) November by participating in National Novel-Writing Month--NaNoWriMo--where the object is to start a new novel on the first of the month and finish it (or, at least 50,000 words worth) by the end of the month.
Yeah... I didn't do that. In fact I've NEVER done it--at least, not in November. November is the month that never works for me. As you probably know, writing is my full-time career. I don't set off to an evil day job in the morning and come home to this world at night. I don't even work part-time. Writing is all she wrote... which goes a long way to explaining my wretched poverty.
I used to work in business. That was years ago, but I've maintained good relationships with those people. In November, they haunt me like ghosts with fists full of dollars. November is the month when teams in business realize if they don't spend their allocated funds, their budgets will be cut back the following year. So they scramble to spend, spend, spend. And that ends up involving me.
November is pretty much the only month when I'm not eating oatmeal three meals a day.
I made a deal with myself this November: I wouldn't write a single word. Instead, I'd take on as much freelance work as I could handle and spend my spare time (haha) revising, proofing, formatting, and self-publishing my out-of-print works.
To be honest, my time away from writing kind of took some of the pressure off. There's a huge difference between the creative end of building a story and the business end of selling it.
Now I'll have to strive for balance. Writing or selling: which is harder? Now that's a question I don't think I can answer.