I have a writing problem. If it's happened to you too, maybe you can suggest a fix...
Background:
I decided to write a novel. In my head, I created an outline. Next, I scribbled out a list of brief descriptions of the contents of individual chapters, in chronological order. Then I began writing.
In the beginning, I had a ball. The words just fell off my fingers. But even so, I found I was not always able to continue writing those chapters in their chronological order. The words wouldn’t always come. So, to give myself something to do, I began writing random chapters where the words would come, where they would continue to fall off my fingers.
Now to the problem :
I have around 30K words written. And my mind has shut down. I need to triple that word count, to make something novel-length, and my mind is refusing to generate more ideas.
I’ve done other things, both on and away from the word-processor, to give myself a break.
The odd thing is, when I began writing the story I was like a bride on her honeymoon. I went at it hammer and tongs. Today, I’m like a dried-up old spinster. I don’t understand what’s changed.
Thanks for any suggestions you might have.
Sox
Background:
I decided to write a novel. In my head, I created an outline. Next, I scribbled out a list of brief descriptions of the contents of individual chapters, in chronological order. Then I began writing.
In the beginning, I had a ball. The words just fell off my fingers. But even so, I found I was not always able to continue writing those chapters in their chronological order. The words wouldn’t always come. So, to give myself something to do, I began writing random chapters where the words would come, where they would continue to fall off my fingers.
Now to the problem :
I have around 30K words written. And my mind has shut down. I need to triple that word count, to make something novel-length, and my mind is refusing to generate more ideas.
I’ve done other things, both on and away from the word-processor, to give myself a break.
The odd thing is, when I began writing the story I was like a bride on her honeymoon. I went at it hammer and tongs. Today, I’m like a dried-up old spinster. I don’t understand what’s changed.
Thanks for any suggestions you might have.
Sox