So Much for Precious Time

I can’t believe that we are almost three months into 2008 already, and the amount of work that I have accumulated with regards to writing ANY of these books equates to less than three pages.

I could put it down to any number of things: procrastination, stress, lack of inspiration, laziness, lethargy…whatever name you want to give it, and the end of the day I openly admit am struggling with writing this new stuff. I don’t know whether it’s something to do with that little monster in the corner (Book 3, Divided They Fall) that is stopping me from enjoying the work on the new book (of which I have ideas bouncing off the imaginary walls and scenes replaying in vivid detail over and over in my mind), but writing just isn’t working.

I am very nearly out of ideas, and can honestly see only three ways of dealing with this:

  1. Find (and possibly strangle) my muse
  2. Leave the easy stuff (Book 5) to its own devices and go back to that monster in the corner with a chair and whip
  3. Take a break from writing for a while

I hope it doesn’t come down to the last option, but I have to consider the possibility that concentrating on this stuff all this time is only making things more difficult. What’s that saying “can’t see the forest for the trees”? Maybe it’s that I’m looking into these problems too severely, and possibly a step back will help me see the bigger issues at hand here.