This is the most frustrating day yet. I want to write. The document is open. I’m in the middle of scene, and yet I can’t write.
Last night I managed to get down over 2000 words, and I felt I was catching up. I stopped midway through a scene because it was 2am and I figured I’d wake up and continue on without a hassle at all. Then, this morning, I looked at the last sentence with dread, not knowing what was meant to be next. I knew it was good and yet, I hadn’t a clue what it was. And it is the most frustrating thing.
I turned to the end of my outline. Yes, I haven’t finished it yet. And I worked on that for a bit, getting down a couple more points. I’m ready to dive into the main climax of the story, but I’m feeling it’s a little too quickly, so I need to think of something to complicate things I bit more, before diving into it.
I’m now thinking I should have written that great thing that was to come next on a piece of paper, or at the end of the document.
Writer’s block, nanowrimo