But I'm in the middle of the book and it's dragging. Not from the story; I know what I'm gonna do, and mostly how it's gonna end, but I know what's happening. It's the life outside of my books. It's making me mad. There's been so many changes in my life this month and last month it's ... just ... overwhelming so much to do.
I've found myself this last week almost completely stymied...and haven't written a thing.
However, it seems like to me that I might have found my way again, and you know how? From critiquing other people's chapters. An added benefit!
It seems to me that there is no one real way of writing. Even if you have to do it or your heart cries, there's still always the fact that sometimes you'll have life going and crushing it out of you, or too much to do, or or or.
Even if it's a word a day, I'm gonna write.
Are you in with me?