It was a roadblock that I should have expected, but I didn’t, and it has utterly stalled me out.
I wrote The End at about 27k, and since then I haven’t been able to summon up the will to write. Every time I sit down to write it’s with the thought of ‘but I’m doooooooone.’ It’s short, but On The Side Of Angels is done, finished – wrapped up with a big shiny ribbon. It needs revisions, and expansion, but that requires outlining. Outlining requires thought, and the story as it stands needs to settle, but unfortunately I’m on a deadline and I need words.
Never before hass 20k been so daunting. I started one story that I’d been playing around with, but it wasn’t formed enough to be written, and so I tired another that I got quickly bored with because I hadn’t a clue where it was going – all the while that little voice whines that I’m done, I’m tired, and that my hands hurt. Surely those are all good enough reasons to stop?
Maybe I’m stubborn, and maybe I’m stupid, but I’m still dragging myself towards 50k. I might not make it, but it won’t be for not trying. 20k in 6 days couldn’t be that hard, could it?
Deaths: 6
Stories: 4
Omake Theater: 1
Loving Descriptions of Food: 5
Traveling Shovels of Death: 0