It happened. I got to the beginning of the middle of my novel. And I froze. Froze.
This happens every time I write a book. I get to the beginning of the middle and then I have this little whiny panic attack and then, after a week or so, I start writing again.
But that can’t happen now. I don’t have a week or two. That would put me behind at least 12,000 words. (There are those of you who can write that many words in a couple of days, but not me!)
My word count stood at about 1300+ words. I ended a chapter and then–the FEELING that I couldn’t do this, no matter what I had written before, hit me.
What to do? I took a deep breath and typed at the top of the next page: What Could Happen Next? For the next fifteen or so minutes, I brainstormed all about the aliens and the newly introduced humans (Yes! The aliens are on earth!).
I kept close to the story as I wrote ideas. I do have that bit of a shape in my head. I know, sorta, what’s going to happen. I brainstormed why or why not something would or would not work. I put in bits of dialogue that might happen. I shaped the next day or two in the story timeline.
What happened with this freewriting? I talked myself away from the panic that the beginning of the middle always causes for me.
Tomorrow I know where to start.
What about you? Where are you headed? How are you getting through the tough areas?