Stuck

It started last week. Wednesday, I think. It’s hard to say when you need your phone to tell you what day it is. I was working on the book 3 plot, and I blanked. That’s not too unusual, actually. Usually I can call it quits and pick it up the next day. Except it didn’t work well. I got some work done, but not a lot.

I took Friday off and went to the art museum. They had a special exhibit I wanted to see, and Fridays are free.. I thought I might get a little done on Saturday, but we decided to start organizing the garage while it was cool. Sunday was a bust, and yesterday I picked through a prologue I’ll have to rewrite like I was pulling it out of quicksand.

I figure it’s the plotting. I’ve got more plotted than I normally do, but I think the muse is getting bored. Time for a new game plan.

Tomorrow I’ll start writing. I already have a few thousand words in, and it’s best probably to ignore those and start fresh on the next part even though I know there are things I have to fix. I’ve made notes. It will be okay. I plan to keep a running list of ideas for different things I need in the book, and to stop periodically to reassess so maybe I won’t get stuck in the Pit of Despair.

Will it work? Who knows. I’ve been writing more than two decades. Sure seems to me like I should have this figured out, but who knows? All I can do is adapt and overcome. Again.