My muse was MIA for weeks and it was giving me the absolute shits. I'd sit down at the computer and nothing was coming. I felt as though I was pulling teeth with every word.
I don't know if she went missing because I was doing a lot of reading, preferring to read others' words than churning out my own; that the story has hit that saggy middle section all aspiring authors dread, or perhaps I am simply over the FF trope?
When I wrote my last story I could write four or five chapters a week - every week. I wish I could say the same about this story. It's not that I dislike it, but it hasn't quite hit the same chord with me as that earlier one.
Let me just say, it took me three weeks to write a recent chapter and another week to write the one after that. But then, late last night my muse came back and in three hours I had a workable chapter.
Whoo hoo!
I felt like smiling all day. It's that kind of thing that keeps me going with this writing caper.
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