June 12 Part II
Today is one of those torturuous days where every word is a struggle. I don’t have writer’s block – I know what needs to be written. But I can’t concentrate on getting it done.
Part of it is more trouble with The Situation.
Part of it is – I don’t know. Mental exhaustion as well as physical.
The story’s fine – although, since I know who will be my Trusted Reader, I’m slipping into his cadence instead of my own and already had to rewrite two chunks of it.
I usually do well under deadline, but today – every word is a struggle.
It’s a day when I have to completely rely on craft and discipline, because there’s no art, no Muse, nothing but finding a way to make it work.
I prefer the free-flowing days that leave you feeling tired but high.