Yesterday I was on a writing roll. After a week of emotionally bland writing, I found my grove. My characters let loose on their emotions and I sailed through the black moment, quickly and passionately.

Today the momentum has stopped. I feel like I’m just coughing up words on a blank page again, devoid of emotion. There’s so much to wrap up and explain, and I’m so focused on the plot and getting it all in that the emotions of the characters are stifled. I know they’ll come, but my writing felt so alive yesterday. Today it’s blah, blah, blah! I just pray I can get through this next scene without boring myself!

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