I've been away from the writing corner for nearly two weeks. My mom suffered a heart attack (she's fine now) but it took me out of town to run to her side. Now I'm back with the weekend ahead of me and I have to get back to my novel in progress.
Wow, is it hard. The characters--even the concept of the plot--seems so distant and stale. Faded like an old photograph and now I have to get back into the trenches and pick up where I left off two weeks ago.
Many a promising novel has been left on the scrap heap of unfinished works because of this. Lawrence Block has admitted there are many novels that he's never finished simply because he's realized somewhere through the process that he shouldn't have even started them in the first place.
So what am I going to do?
I'm going to get back into that world, maybe see what I've written so far and do some editing. That kind of eases me back into the writing process and slips me undetected into the plot so that I can pick up where I left off two weeks ago.
There are those who say it can't be done but I've done it before. Stephen King did it following his accident when he was hit by a car. Life happens and sometimes your writing schedule will be interrupted through no fault of your own. You have to prepare yourself to get back into it and to make up your mind to slog your way through it until it clicks again.
Okay, enough of the blog. This is not getting this novel finished.