I’ve been stuck. There’s this one place in my next novel, As Luck Would Have It, where I just am at a wall.
On my outline it says I should be writing one thing, but my muse is saying that it just won’t work. That I need more.
Being double minded is crazy. Literally. Insane. I put it down and moved to another project, Lies My Enemy Told Me, but that too is just feeling bleh.
Time to do something else. Work out, wash my hair or maybe clothes. Anything mundane to let my mind rest from writing. I think I’m going to allow the mundaneness of it put me in a meditative state….