I have barely written anything for the last two weeks. It's driving me crazy! All of my previous chapters have practically written themselves. They pretty much flowed out of my fingers into the computer; however, not this one. This chapter is kicking my butt, and therefore I have been procrastinating a bit. Okay, not a bit a lot. I am going though serious writing withdrawal. I feel like a part of me is missing.
Ever since I started writing this book, it's been easy for me. It was as if someone was whispering the story in my ear, telling me what to write. I could easily sit down and write a chapter at a time. My only enemy was time, not having enough.
Then I reach this chapter, my nemesis. It's not an emotional scene by any means. It, at surface level, isn't even an important one. It should be a super easy one to write. Until you look underneath, you see it's a strategical scene. The decisions I make for this next chapter will ultimately dictate the ending of the book. Maybe that's why I keep finding other reasons not to write. Or, maybe I am starting to doubt my abilities.
Well, no longer! I will not be a slave to a chapter. I can always go back and rewrite. So tonight, I am pushing through. It will be written. Wish me luck.