Camp Nanowrimo ends tomorrow. I’ve done my best. Will meet my word goal tomorrow. Yay me!
I am well into the revision of my first draft. 20,000 words of the original 55,000 done. I’m in the middle.
Being in the middle of things is not always comfortable or comforting. This happens with my drawings. I get a third to half-way in, and it’s like I hit a major oobleck hole. Thick. Sticky. Sink-y. No traction for my wheels, which are disappearing into the green goo. Where did my ideas and inspiration energy go?
I have to get out and push. And I have to get help with the pushing.
The fact that I’ve been here before does not help me evade this place in my creation process. It does help that I know I always make my way through and up the other side. It helps that I have strategies for handling the middle oobleck hole.
This is what I do.