Christian stories of broken souls finding God and romance Jesus never promised a life of sweetness and nice; He promises hope. The weakest flame is stronger than the dark.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Discouraged...
Yesterday, nothing was coming. I've been struggling for the past few days with where to go from here. I've hit almost 50,000 words, 2/3 of the way through, and I didn't know where to go. Today, I realized, finally, that I have quilt blocks that need to be sewn together. I have the central story written, whole scenes in their proper places, but with holes between them. I started sewing the blocks together, and discovered new characters that are more fun than I expected. I also need to remember that when I have a really bad night's sleep, it takes me two days to recover. Hopefully, if I remember, I won't be quite so hard on myself when I seem to have the concentration of a flea. :-)
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