As I am writing my new novel, each days contribution seems sparse. I keep trying to remember that every little bit helps, and as long as I keep writing, the story will continue to grow. It’s hard to keep thinking like this, especially when this mental constipation continues.
I did make a breakthrough today concerning the primary motive of my villain, The Trickster (I know, it sounds like a Bat Man character, but it is based on Native American oral history). Seriously, it is not nearly as corny as it sounds.
Anywho, I had a minor breakthrough today, so I guess I should quit complaining and get back to work.