Distracted
I am at a difficult part of my story. I no longer have the momentum of NaNo WriMo to push me, and I've hit that part of my story where I feel like I'm lagging behind. I don't find my characters interesting any more. I know a few things I want to happen in the plot to wrap things up, but I can't seem to get to to the action. In speaking with one of my online writing buddies last week, who asked the goals / aspirations of my main character - so I could apply / thwart those to move the story forward, I realized I set into the venture of this story without discovering my MCs goals.
So I'm stuck giving accounts of things I'm pretty sure won't make the final cut if I ever edit this piece. And when I finally got started, wrote at goo 1500 words, one of my characters started acting out of character, and I had to stop. Trying to fix the scene, I feel stuck - I take any excuse to not keep on now that the going has gotten tough, and I know in my heart I just need to press on through, but I don't have any sort of external motivation - just distractions, pretty, shiny, and in some cases warm and full of love (and purrs). And I let myself be distracted. Happily. Because I don't know what my characters are doing anymore. Unfortunately, neither do they.
So I'm stuck giving accounts of things I'm pretty sure won't make the final cut if I ever edit this piece. And when I finally got started, wrote at goo 1500 words, one of my characters started acting out of character, and I had to stop. Trying to fix the scene, I feel stuck - I take any excuse to not keep on now that the going has gotten tough, and I know in my heart I just need to press on through, but I don't have any sort of external motivation - just distractions, pretty, shiny, and in some cases warm and full of love (and purrs). And I let myself be distracted. Happily. Because I don't know what my characters are doing anymore. Unfortunately, neither do they.