Yesterday I opened my WIP for the first time in two weeks. I was worried that it would be like before. I was struggling for every word, couldn't make heads or tail of where I was going or how I was going to wrap it all up. I have some major loose ends to tie up. I get like that toward the end of a book. I always pull it off, so I really wasn't worried, but I didn't expect a two week hiatus from writing that would put me behind on my deadline either.
So, yeah...I was worried. I have to get this book done now and I don't have the time to struggle.
I didn't struggle. As soon as I opened the WIP yesterday, it was like I had some sort of clarity and the words just poured out of me. Over 5,000 words actually. And I see the end so clearly now. I know how this story will end and if things go as planned, I'll have the first draft completed by the end of the weekend. It would be sooner, but the day job calls for the rest of the week and on Saturday I have a wedding to attend. After what we've gone through the last two weeks, watching two people start their lives together is a must-see.
I was amazed yesterday. I've not even thought about my characters or this book since Jeff died. I knew I had to get back to it eventually. This book is contracted. I don't get to put it off for weeks or months. But I didn't really want to write, felt like my creative juices had been sucked dry. All I've wanted to do was watch TV with my friend and keep her company. Be there whenever she felt the need to pause the TV and talk. And she's needed to talk a lot.
I guess, though I was not consciously thinking about the story, somewhere in the back of my mind the story was coming together. And I got my need back to write. In fact, I was a bit pissy about having to stop to go to work yesterday. So here I am, finishing up this blog, and itching to dig into my WIP. Give Britton and Val the HEA they deserve. And I'm relieved. :)