Not productive and yet…

13 hours and 2k words later, I’ve tumbled into bed. It’s been a day of enthused writing spurts mixed with equal quantities of dragging my brain, and my fingers on the keyboard, through mud.

I gave up for the night, unable to break through the wall hiding what I’ve been searching for since starting development on this piece: the theme… or to be more specific, the heart and blood, and therefore the purpose of the story. Five minutes of laying in the dark, shutting my mind down, and bam! It came to me.

Thank gods for the voice notes app on my iPhone.

And yeah, a possibly new creative habit for me: hit a wall? Lie down and take a mini nap.

diana

SF Writer. Screenwriting Professor. Insanity ensues day and night. Science Fiction is my wheelhouse.

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