I am currently in the middle of writing a novel. I feel stuck.
Not stuck in the sense that I don’t know what to write. On the contrary, I have a detailed plan – one I have been constructing since August 2013 – and I know exactly what is going to happen. I am aware which the key scenes are and I even know what some of these are going to look like.
I have faith that this is going to be a good project. It’s true that some of the characters still need a little work, a little more fleshing-out, but for the most part I think it’s going to slot together into something solid.
I’ve been monitoring the writing on a word level and it’s got some poetic parts. There are whole sections which I would be putting stars next to, if I were Stella Gibbons.
My problem is that I’ve been working on this since May 2015 and I’ve probably, at my current rate of writing, got until the end of this year still to go. And that’s just on this draft. I’m in the middle. It’s not a fresh project anymore. It’s not nearly finished. I just have to keep plodding along.
No clowns, no jokers – it’s time to get serious.
I need to remind myself: writing is work. I need to knuckle down and get it written. I need to do my best at every writing session. I need to do it until it’s done.