Yesterday afternoon started off wonderfully. I put the boys down for an early nap (they were both a little grumpy – must have been something in the air) and sat down to get some work done on chapter three. All was going swimmingly for about a page and a half and then…apathy settled in. My mind began to drift, the slightest noise was a disturbance worthy of hopping online, and I think I spent a good twenty minutes staring off into space looking at absolutely nothing.
Not wanting my rare and peaceful afternoon to be a complete waste, I decided to force myself to write, something I am notoriously awful at and about. Explanation: I am terrible about making myself do things, especially things I’m apathetic about. Also, when I posted it to authonomy, The Lokana Chronicles received many comments about pacing because I hopped from scene to scene to scene. The problem? I quit writing the scene well before I should have. As a result, I spent a lot of my revision time adding onto existing scenes and praying I wasn’t just adding fluff.
Since the story wasn’t flowing well, I decided to work on my pitch.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 