I can almost always guarantee the problem is with me, not the material. Either I feel the words on the page are going in the wrong direction, or the direction they are going is uncomfortable for me to write. No matter which problem is in front of me, my job as a writer is to overcome it. I can write around it, tackle it head on despite my reluctance, or find a way to steer the words elsewhere. I still have a job to do, and the work can’t go on until I fix whatever is wrong, especially if I’m what’s wrong to begin with.
That’s where I am now. Stuck in spot I didn’t expect to be difficult. It’s derailed all my momentum for Nanowrimo, and left me scratching my head about how to proceed. I think a part of it is the funk I’ve been in since hitting the middle of book two. I won’t call it writer’s block because I can still write (look what I’ve done here), but I am stymied over this one chapter. It will not hold me back for long though. That much I’m sure of!