I'm slogging through a story, 25K words into it and it's not coming together. I had a brief rant over it yesterday and one of my two crit partners who've been complaining about the meh story suggested I take a break and write the book of my heart.
I have no book of my heart.
At the moment I don't seem to have any particular books at all--not even of the liver or brain or kneecaps. I sit down and write because that's what I'm supposed to do. Then I end up with a slog, apparently. Soggy slog, a bog of chapters.
So do I keep slogging, waiting for the book to appear?
Do I take a break?
Take another walk? It is absolutely gorgeous out (no, that isn't the issue.)
I'm used to this sort of thing happening temporarily. Heck, everyone I know who's written more than a couple of books gets this condition eventually. But my boggy brain fizzle has been going on since about the middle of my last Bonnie cowritten book. I had to force that out. Luckily Bonnie was there to de-slog it for us.
No one wants to read a fluffy romance with no sense of fun, forced ha, ha, yay enthusiasm. I don't want to write 'em either.
Ah well. Until I can figure out another solution, I'm going to start work in a half hour. Sit down, put on the Wellies and head into the great dismal swamp. At least there's something on the page.