Every writer reaches a point in their manuscript where they are stuck, wondering why they can’t move forward faster and seriously questioning their writing ambitions. Most will agree this usually occurs around the mid-point of the WIP.
Ah. The dreaded sagging middle. No. Not my belly (tho it is in need of a workout). I’m edging closer to the midpoint of my novel and the pace is slowing to near snail like movement. Oh, I’m progressing forward. But there are so many plot issues to iron out: POV, pacing and why the heck are they in this setting? And who was I to even attempt RS? I have NO IDEA what I am doing.
Yes, today was the “my book sucks” day. I’ve been trying to avoid it by taking down Christmas decorations, doing laundry, setting up Valentine’s decor, contemplating lint… seriously… I solved a problem yesterday, dashed down the idea, edged forward a bit, but I KNOW I must really examine the sexual tension, the location, the dance scene (being a puppeteer with fictional characters and not marionettes is tough). How do I get them from point A to point B, keep the tension high (plot and relationship and sexually) and layer in the scenery, sights, sounds, smells and touches?
Uh, and do it seamlessly?
So in honor of my dilemma: I post this homage to an old song: