The weekend just past, I was determined to exceed the 49,000-word level and push on past the 50,000-word barrier, maybe even 55,000.
Instead, I had to admit that I was somewhat lost.
With this realization comes loss of confidence and self-doubt, which some people call writer’s block.
Instead of doing a lot of writing, I did almost none. Late Sunday afternoon, I made some notes about the manuscript so far. Maybe the book should go a different direction.
This morning, I went for a walk, mulling over the characters and the plot so far.
Some things needed to be reworked, some things added. I put in the time, this morning, the three hours and I’m up to 50,126 of a first draft. Things are moving again.