I have been pounded the keys and all I can see is words on the page. Nothing that I am writing feels engaging. Guess it’s time to go back and flesh out the story more. This is a weird place. With my last book, I had these moments where I was only making my daily word count and wasn’t feeling inspired. But there were moments, this time round I live in that space for weeks where I am swimming in this trash.
Two prong attack: 1. Stop writing (I know there is screaming in my head at the mere thought of it) and fill myself up with words, someone else’s. 2. Now that I know more about my characters it’s time to reintroduce myself with them. Maybe if I swim in their thoughts for a while mine words will flow easier about them.
So for now instead of backing up and ramming the wall I think it’s time to step back and build a ramp. Time to catch some air as I wave goodbye to this bloody obstacle.