The novel is (hopefully: has been) well and truly stuck.
I've tried all the usual tricks, such as sneaking up on the plot by exercising, and writing other stories, watching tv so dull and boring I'd honestly rather watch the carpet in front of the tv than what's on the screen, watching stories I love and which inspire me…
I've even tried — prepare yourselves — combing through the plot of both this novel and the previous one, and writing every beat down, and compiling a list of what I have, what I wanted but have forgotten, and what I still need.
That was so wearying I had to take a day to rest. There's only so much plot my brain can handle before it starts dreaming of eating macaroni and cheese and intellectual tasks no more stimulating than wondering what's on the other channel.
Of course, the latter may have had something to do with the dayjob as well. It's always possible. For some reason, probably related to the fact that it's everybody else's first day of the week and my last day of the week, I find Mondays the hardest.
I'm not actually sure which tactic proved the most successful, but let it be said: it was while I was watching the carpet that the first plot snippet crept up on me.1
At any rate, I now have the teeniest inkling of the events which should, hopefully, if all is well and my wrangling is successful, tie together into an ending. Not all of the events I need, nor all of the answers I need, but perhaps that's for the best. I've always found outlines drain the joy from writing the first draft, for me. Which is a shame, because I'm also feeling an increasing urge to outline my stories. 😕
- Yes, yes, okay, it was only after I'd done the outlining. [↩]