I’ve reached another point in the novel where I have to struggle for each word I write. I hate these spells because it’s so unlike me. Normally, the words just flow from mind to fingertips and I only pause every once in a while to correct typos. With times like these, however, I’ll stare at the screen just searching and searching for right word or phrase to use.
Sometimes, I trek onto thesaurus.com in hopes of inspiration. I never really find the exact word I want, but for some reason, when I’ve got a plethora of words thrown in my face at one time, my brain sparks slightly and I can get a small jump start to the writing. I had to go back for third and forth attempts at getting my mind to turnover, but I hardly got the engine running when it sputtered and died the moment I hit 250 words. Perhaps tomorrow will bring some sense of literary enlightenment with it.
I wrote 252 words tonight (unsure what ignited such attraction in the former) and, while I’d like to spend the rest of the night playing Rock Band or figuring out how to jump out of this painful pit of written fog, I’ve got a good deal of first-job work to finish and I don’t think there’s a way to put it off to another tomorrow this time.