Finally got unstuck on my WIP. Set out to write again. Typed away. Fell asleep. Drove out to the mountains to meet my parents for a hike. On the way, came up with an idea to make the conflict more concrete and the stakes higher. Yay!—or not? I love writing about internal conflict and don't want to overdramatize things. I'd rather craft my prose and storytelling so an internal conflict is compelling. But . . . on the other hand, if nothing is concrete, the story is a yawn. So maybe I should include this idea. But then, the ambiguous perfect ending I had planned suddenly gets messier. Do I keep it? Do I toss it? Do I put it out in the Brainstorming Sandbox for other folks to handle? Do I sell my laptop and start living in a cave in the mountains like the guy in my least-favorite book by my favorite author? Also, over half of my students at my day job are unable to read at grade level, so maybe it's selfish to write . . . nope, writing is self-care.
This has been stream-of-consciousness with Kat. Tune in Saturdays at the witching hour to hear Kat say, "Screw it all, I'm going to have a cup of tea and play sad hoedowns."