I haven’t felt like blogging much lately. Writing is hard, thinking about writing is hard, everything is hard.
I have the midpoint blahs.
Is it a coincidence I recently crossed the 50,000 word mark? I don’t think so. This happens to me every time around this point, and it doesn’t help at all that I’m working on a collection of scenes with crazy POV issues that are probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. Does any of this sound familiar?
I’ve been writing this story foreeeeeeever. How can I still have so much to go?
Nothing in this chapter makes sense.
I don’t feel like writing today. Or tomorrow.
I have no idea what comes next.
Everything I’m writing is absolute garbage. Why do I even bother?
I’m forcing myself to work through it, even if it’s only a thousand shitty words a day that I’m sure will be completely re-written in subsequent drafts. That’s okay. Every crappy sentence gets me further from the midpoint and onto something new. I’m also considering taking a break from this part of the story and jumping ahead a few chapters for a change of scenery before coming back. What I’m not going to do is stop writing! It’s BS to give up every time things get a little bit difficult. As a very wise fish once said,