Well it seems to be official. The bullet train of inspiration I’ve been riding all week seems to have derailed. I’ve been staring the the screen since 9 this morning (between cooking lunch, walking the dogs, and going grocery shopping) and all I have to show for myself is a measly 186 words. The day isn’t over yet, of course, so I figure I’ll make my quota at least, but it certainly isn’t going to be a 2k day. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted. I am contemplating taking a cat nap in hopes of inspiration. My other project for the day will be to outline what I’ve already written and figure out where I can go back and work in some more hints about my bad guy and readdress the ghost issue, since a friend of mine pointed out yesterday that nothing much has happened on those fronts and they related directly to the main conflict of the book. Got to get to them before 100 pages in. I think the nap is winning for now.
