And there I was, thinking that this part of the story was going so well.
Yippee! I thought. I’ve cracked this wretched ennui that’s preventing me from writing. Hooray!
Thought too soon, apparently. On the other hand, though, the glass-half-full thought is that I’ve managed almost 5000 words of an entirely new, unplanned section of the tale. Which means that I’m approximately half way through this bit. And I do know what’s going to happen. I just don’t yet know how it’s going to happen.
In the meantime, my Writing playlist is going to teach me all the words to the Wicked soundtrack. And if I listen hard enough, to Das Rheingold.
What do you listen to when you’re writing?