Yes. I've been a negligent blogger of late. My apologies. I have several reasons, but reasons, when spoken aloud, often turn into excuses. Suffice it to say that I let Block get the best of me. Darn him.
One of my dear alpha readers saved my neck. I was talking to her, telling her my woes of being stuck, badly stuck, the worst I've been stuck for this whole month, and she said to stop focusing on the word count and focus on the story.
Brilliant. I still had some trouble, but her advice got me out of the sandpit. Rather than focusing on how far I had to go before I was 'caught up' I needed to focus more on the narrative, the direction, the words themselves. So I sat down and wrote.
7,500 words in yesterday's sessions, the most I've written in a single 24 hour period so far. I was up until about 3:00AM to do it... but I did it.
62,933 words total as of right now. I put in about 2k words this morning. I'll probably write more tonight. I'm still not quite caught up to where I should be, but I'm doing better. Focus on the story, people, not the word count, and the word count will come. (Keep the word count in mind, though...)
Here is a place where they experience a small moment of safety.
Cave entrances and subterranean settings have always fascinated me.
Written a big part of the ending, and now I've got to create the connective tissue to make it a part of the body of the novel. There were a few surprises.
Question - what sorts of things stop you from writing when you know you should? :)