After about 13 months of work, this book is nearly, very nearly, done. I have three more scenes to write: the climax, and two codas. I think I have material for four to five thousand more words; AKA, 15-18 pages.
And those 15-18 pages are KILLING me! For some reason, I’m having the worst time trying to sit down and write them. Maybe it’s that I’m afraid they won’t be as awesome as I picture them in my head. Maybe I’m afraid of the revision stage that will follow as soon as I put the last word on the page. But whatever it is, I have run into some serious resistance.
So, I’m taking a day or two to reconnect with my love of writing.
The first thing I’m going to do is stop reading anything that feels like an assignment. Most of my reading material lately has been writing textbooks, period research, and successful novels in my genre. Well worth the time spent, but maybe not worth the loss of reading as a recreational activity. I’m going to make a trip to the bookstore and pick up a few books I want just for the pleasure of them.
We’ll see if that makes a dent in the doldrums. If not, it should at least be fun.