I love the feeling of a good breakthrough. As I lazed around this afternoon watching Doctor Who, I began flipping through my notebook. And as Amelia Pond started a staring contest with a weeping angel, I came across a skeletal storyline that I wrote a few weeks ago, covering the chapters that I’ve written so far, but nothing more.
I copied it out again, examining various leads. I considered my character’s motivation, her goals, her desires, and I knew exactly what came next.
Once the episode was over, I went to the nearest coffee house, bought a london fog, and wrote a several pages. I’ve got material in my head for two more chapters. I feel victorious.