Sssshhh. Don’t let anyone read over your shoulder.
Okay – are we alone? No, really?
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENS IN CHAPTER TWELVE!!!
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I’m taking deep breaths.
I opened up a new file and I named it: Chapter Twelve. I typed 52 words and then I stopped.
Something tells me it’s time to step away from the story and find some time to take some long walks or paint a room or go outside and pull some weeds.
Muse, are you there? Muuuuuuuuuse? MUSE!
I know you would never find yourself in this situation. You either outline the whole story, or the story reveals itself bit by bit, getting better and better as you go along. I just know it.
But in case you’ve ever heard of anyone who’s gotten herself into a predicament like this, I’d love to hear how that poor lost soul found her way.