I can’t blame this week’s count on the boss.
The words just weren’t coming. Muse and I were fumbling around in the dark still unable to see what’s ahead.
FYI, that’s Muse’s expression. I managed to be a bit cooler about it all.
I do know how the story will end, of course, along with a handful of future scenes, and I could skip ahead and write those, but it feels like cheating somehow…
The only way through writer’s block is down the middle. I just happen to be chipping away at mine with a butter knife. It’s going to take forEVER.