It’s never a fun feeling as writer when you run head first, at full sprint, into a wall. Okay, I did start to notice the wall yesterday, but today was the impact. Ow, I think I need a chiropractor now. It sapped me more than a little bit of energy tonight (especially when coupled with several non-writing things, which are probably more a cause of this than the wall), but I think I have the problem figured out.
You see, I’m at a point in my outline where I had a bit of difficulty figuring out how I was going to handle a particular event and the lead up to the next one. And now that I’m trying to write that section, I’m feeling a tremendous amount of resistance in my own brain to writing what I had planned. This is a sign of a familiar problem. Without getting into specifics, the wall I just hit confirmed what I vaguely remember thinking when I wrote this part of the outline, that I had made the wrong choice for the story, that I was trying to force it in a direction that it shouldn’t be going in. As I said, it’s not the first time this has happened in my writing history, but that means I know what I need to do to get back on track with Possession. In fact, I’ve already done it. I’ve gone back, evaluated what wasn’t working and why, both in the outline and in what I wrote in the draft, which led me directly to what I think will work. It’s late and I’m too tired to actually sit down and start writing it, but I’ll get to that tomorrow. I’m currently over 20k ahead of my pace. I think I can afford to give myself the rest of the night off after I’ve made a few more notes on the solution to my problem. It isn’t as if I haven’t been working on it tonight, just not in the manner planned.
No, this is not the post I had planned to write today. That will probably come tomorrow after work, maybe first thing Saturday if I get totally wrapped back up in writing tomorrow (and I won’t complain about that one bit).
In the good news column, initial test reader feedback on DM is encouraging.
And no, no picture tonight. See above comment on being tired. I don’t care if it’s only 9:15, my brain thinks it’s midnight. I think I’ll call it a night early now.