Writing has been slow in the past few weeks. I’ll write a little bit each day but it hasn’t been much. I feel a little stuck, even though I know what happens next.
I don’t know if I’m just not wanting to write it because I don’t know exactly what will happen afterwards or what.
These icky middles are the worst. I need to finish this book but it’s like I’m stuck in mud.
I wish I knew what was missing so I can move forward again.
Even so, I will keep plugging along instead of waiting for inspiration to strike. I won’t succeed otherwise.
Always keep writing, even when or especially when you don’t feel inspired.