La Vie Boheme

I stumbled a bit over

I stumbled a bit over the weekend. I only wrote a half an hour on Saturday (for reasons not entirely my fault), and not at all yesterday (for reasons entirely my fault). This morning I didn't manage to drag myself out of bed in time to go write before work, but I made up for it tonight, picking up some threads on The Host again. I've learned to delibrately stop myself in the middle of a scene. That way when I go to sit down again, it's easier to build up momentum instead of staring at a finished scene and going, "What now?" Answered a few more unanswered questions I had about my own plot. The answers were the obvious ones that had been sitting patiently in the front row with their hands raised, waiting for me to call on them.

I really missed my hour of writing this morning. I felt off all day because I'd missed it. I think this is a good sign.