I took a day off yesterday, entirely by accident. I spent most of the day out running errands, and then told myself I would work on writing later that night. Then I spent a few hours with my partner and suddenly it was midnight and the day was technically over! This is better than my usual mode of entirely giving up, but not by much, since it’s still a tiny goal failure.
Getting right back to my plan was the only recourse, and I did so this evening, getting in slightly more than my goal. But even better than continuing on was the moment when I suddenly saw a way to bring back a beloved character from previous books and include her in this newest story. It was not planned and hit me suddenly, but made deliciously perfect sense for my world, and there’s no better feeling for me as a writer.
Personally, the reward for struggling through the beginning of a murky unplanned draft (in this case, about 6,000 uninspired words) is always those moments when the new idea or the perfect sentence comes from the ether, or the universe, or your muse, depending on your process, and things just fit. Suddenly, I felt like there was hope for this book because I was going to have some fun with this new part. Something to always be thankful for and never take for granted.