I hate when it’s like this. When I’m pushing and pushing and not getting much of anywhere.
Tonight I wrote…over 700 words, I think. Not so bad for a work night, but I struggled so hard for those words…
I’m starting to get worried. I followed a lot of Holly Lisle’s suggestions. Maybe too many? Did I plan my story to death? That’s what used to happen when I planned. That’s why I stopped planning at all, but I’d hoped I’d outgrown that as a writer. After all, so much that never worked for me before, does now that I’m ready for it. Editing. Worldbuilding. Character studies.
Bah humbug. I’m exhausted. I’ll see where I am after some sleep.
Hopefully in a better writing place. *sigh*