It's been a rough writing week, and I'm a little resentful. It was supposed to be easier. I mean, I hit the halfway point in the word count -- yay! But it was also the week of applying myself, in the actual sense of "I applied my butt to my chair and forced myself to write...something."
My characters were stuck in a 5th-floor, walk up apartment for two whole (writing) days helping a friend move in. For the Iife of me, I couldn't figure out what to do with them -- they were cleaning the fridge for cripes' sake! And installing cast iron bathtubs. And eating a communal meal of cornbread, chili, and pie. It was PAIN. FULL. But then a mysterious stranger saw my heroine from a window in a neighboring apartment building, an invitation to an embassy ball was hand-delivered, and the story was off and running again.
Lesson? Don't give up. Your subconscious will find a way to dig you out of "filler content" days, and often in unusually fruitful ways. So what are you waiting for? Go apply yourself already!
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