Welp, the title just about says it all.

Type a little, erase a lot, and type a little more. Writing the same sentence three different ways, but none of them say quite what I mean.

Here lately, my mind is either racing or drifting. So far, I’ve written 32 chapters of my new forty-chapter middle grade novel, but I’m stalling out this week.

An author friend of mine suggested to keep writing, even if it’s bad– just get it all out. I’ve been trying that, but it sounds like caveman-speak, and it’s driving me crazy.

I’m sure it’ll get better, and the words will start to flow again. Until then, I’ll pause every so often to take a walk, plant some flowers, or read a book.

Or stare into space

Hoping the words come

And the block is broken.