Today I tried getting out of the house and doing some writing. Instead, it turned into a big unproductive afternoon. I haven’t worked on my book for a few weeks and it’s showing.
See, I don’t know how the middle goes. I know the beginning and the ending, and am sort of filling in the rest. I was never one to write outlines for papers in high school and college, I guess I’m not that kind of writer in adulthood either.
Usually, this isn’t a problem. I have a general idea of how the story should be going, and follow that. But today, I stared at the screen. Tried one thing, didn’t like it, deleted it. Tried another thing, got interrupted by real life. Realized that what I did wasn’t right either. Did finally figure out the whole scene after I packed up and was driving home. So now I have to fix things and hopefully will be able to move forward. I don’t need another Chapter 12. That chapter gave me a headache.