Ever get that feeling when you write? That soggy blankness that envelops the plot you had seen so clearly an hour, even a few minutes, ago?
Yeah. I think we’ve all been there somewhere along the way. In the past, I referred to it as “writing myself into the corner”. It came from not having a clear end goal. I don’t get that quite so much now. It’s part of the joy of having a basic outline.
No, now I suffer from burnouts. I blame this on writing so fast that I get ahead of myself. Either the characters stop talking first or the background’ll fade, leaving me with dialogue and breaks full of [???].
To clear my head, I take a deliberate step back from the writing. Perhaps I’ll play a computer game or watch TV or work on something else … basically anything that get me away from that story. Often, the storyline creeps back into my brain like an ignored puppy pawing at my leg for attention.