I’m stalled on the novel at the moment. A new novella came to me in a dream, almost certainly as a result of watching too many CSI reruns on Spike while I was sick. I decided to let it stew for a while instead of trying to scribble everything down at once, since I know that scenes work better when I have them written in my head before I try to write them down, but this time it backfired and the whole thing seems to be slowly leaking away. I’ve written about four pages of it so far in an attempt to catch up, and it’s like mining diamonds with my fingernails. Each word is a struggle and what was so clear in my head is constantly out of my reach.
Added to that frustration is the knowledge that I can’t possibly sell this as it is. Maybe I can work it into a novel as a subplot, but I can’t plan for that when I’m fighting just to get the words down.