My writing has been stuck for a while now. Oh, I've appeased my conscience with excuses, some real, some as supportive as a cheap air mattress. It took a while to know how to tackle the problem, but I think I'm on to something.
It's hard to assess the amount of progress I've made when I had to restructure the entire last half of McKnight. Notes littered my house while I dissected what I had, reviewed established chapters, and evaluated the book's entire direction. Although some major plot points have been given the heave-ho, the groundwork has remained.
I am still elbow-deep in the process, but know as soon as I break through, huge strides will be reached. It's time to get back in there.