The good news is that I figured out why the writing has been so difficult for the last two weeks.
The bad news is the fix for it has cost me some time. And aggravation. And the dent in my forehead from hitting the desk. Well, ok, maybe that’s a weeee bit of an exaggeration.
As it turns out, I followed a white rabbit down the wrong hole. No wonder the writing made me want to tear my hair out.
I scrapped a decent-sized chunk of my outline. I realized, when trying to explain the problem to my husband, the freakin’ mess didn’t jive with my worldbuilding. I was trying to make my magic system fit this cool idea I had and it just didn’t work once I delved into the writing.
So, following week 16 in Holly Lisle’s How To Think Sideways course, I printed out a hardcopy of my ms, assessed the damage, and marked it all up. Without fixing it.
Gawd, that’s such a creepy, crawly feeling. I know it’s there, in all it’s twisted glory, calling out: “Fix me. Delete me. You know you want to.”
But. I. Won’t. Touch. It.
Cross my heart.
Now, though, I have a big hole in my story. Smack in the middle. It really didn’t hurt the ending I had in mind. But how I get to the ending has now changed. To what, I’m not exactly sure. I have a couple leads, though.
Wish me luck.