I found the beginning of the way through the fiction-wall of yesterday: a tiny flicker of light, as I let two characters sit quietly down together and talk to one another. As has happened before, one of them said something I didn’t know she was going to say…and some air came in. And I wrote four pages.
It’s not the answer, not yet, or not all of it, but I feel a bit better.
Though also VERY VERY tired. Not sure why. I slept late this morning, but even so, all day it was like I never clicked fully on. I got stuff done, I went for a swim, I cooked and ate a nice dinner; but oh so tired, me. I’ve been lying on the couch for the last hour or so, reading. Now I’m going to bed. I hope I spring back into full-speed-ahead tomorrow! I’ve got way too much to do to languish about like a Victorian lady on a fainting couch.