My horoscope said I should be full of creative ideas yesterday and today. Naturally, I’ve been doing everything but writing.

All things that need to be done, of course – working on my future,  my spiritual growth and practical happiness. But not writing, not yet.

I’m about two-thirds of the way through a proper first draft – I have an old finished one but it didn’t work for a wide variety of reasons, so this is the new and improved version. This one is much more driven by the character’s internal conflict than the last. But, after working most of the way by compacting and reworking material from the last draft, I’ve come to the point where those internal conflicts and more-sharply-drawn feelings have to come to a head. I’ve returned to the no-man’s land that is a writer’s natural habitat: the blank page.

I have lots of notes, lots of ideas for the last third but nothing written. I think I know all the threads that have to ripple through the story but I haven’t the slightest idea how they’re going to do it.

I also know that it’ll start happening as soon as I stop trying. So…