I tried to write this week. Honestly, I did.
On Monday, I opened my laptop, read over the chapters that needed editing, and attempted to work some magic. But I closed my laptop in dismay. No words were written. If anything, words were deleted.
The rest of the week was more of the same. Open laptop. Read chapters. Close laptop. Repeat.
Sometimes I go through moments like this. Days or weeks at a time where I can’t write anything. And it’s not for lack of motivation. I have the best intentions of making progress, writing fantastic passages, and bringing our novels to life. But the words won’t flow, or I can’t figure out how to make the story work.
In this case, I think it’s the latter. I know where the story needs to go, and what needs to happen but I find myself trapped in the story. No way to go forward, and no idea how to change it. Instead, I settle for re-reading everything over and over in hopes some sort of revelation will occur. It doesn’t.
The only way I have managed to get out of these slumps in the past is to put words on the page. Make changes, add new paragraphs, and play around with the existing material until it feels right. I’m an optimistic writer, and even during difficult writing days, I believe that the right words will end up on the page, eventually. It’s only a matter of having the determination to put them there.
So, next week I’m going to write. I promise.