A few weeks ago, I stopped working on The King’s Son. I had been rewriting the third draft for close to a year and had hoped to get it done in the next couple of months, but the words became too difficult to get out. Sometimes I would sit for five hours and produce nothing more than a page or two – a few times only a paragraph or two. It was painful and unenjoyable, and I couldn’t do it anymore. Continue reading
I’m trying to work my way through Writer’s Block. I’ve read a bunch of posts about how I should calm myself or go out for a walk. I’ve practiced calming techniques and told myself not to worry. The truth, however, is that I don’t think much of it is working.
My story has been closed off to me. Continue reading