As I mentioned in my last post (which was way too long ago), I started over. I had a timeline problem. I got a bit over zealous trying to correct that problem and created a few more for myself. So I’ve already decided to scrap this new version, but in the interest of transparency, I figured I’d share it anyway.
I’ve hit a wall. I find myself going over what I’ve written–endlessly adding and subtracting–to avoid figuring out what happens next. Occasionally I eek out a few new paragraphs…but mostly, I procrastinate. I even came up with an idea for a totally different book, and have been forcing myself not to just move on to a new project.
I’m at that point where I’ve established the love interest, set up a roadblock, and now I’m figuring out how to keep it going for 40,000 more words. Part of the problem is that I instinctively hate when I feel like a story is being dragged out. When I watch old school sitcoms where a problem could be solved if the people on the show would just talk to each other, I bristle. I sigh. I turn the channel.
So how do I move the story along, keep up conflict, and not hate myself in the morning?
If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t be writing this post.