I hit a roadblock in my work in progress last week. It was bad enough that I moved to another story for a few days. I even missed my writing goals. I had no idea how to move from where I was to where I was going. It wasn’t exactly writer’s block, I was completely capable of writing, just not that story. I have a rule where I finish an existing story before I start a new one, and that was messing with my head. Now I’m back on track and the path of the story is much, much darker and more intense than where I was before.
It feels good. Not for my characters, they are so much worse off than they were before, but for me. I know how to get from where I am to where I need to be, and my original ending remains more or less intact, minor changes and nothing more.
Literary fiction is a bitch. I’m so going back to genre after this.