Excuses, Excuses

I hate making excuses, and I hate the people making them even more, but it's hard to hate myself that much if I'm supposed to be around me all the time. 

So I'll let myself off the hook for now. But I've told myself to knock off this missing-a-day habit because it's getting fucking annoying. 

That's not to say that I haven't been thinking about my novel, or even reading up about fiction writing techniques, because I have. All the good intentions have been there, and I've been putting in my two hours a day, even if for the last two days those two hours were spent more on reading about fiction than actually writing fiction. 

The truth is that I did kind of hit a wall in my story. I really couldn't think of where to go from the point I had reached. It was important to know where I was going, because I had run out of action scenes. I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to write if I don't know what I'm writing or where the story is going or whatever? 

But today, I sat down and decided to write anyway. I didn't really stop to think what I was going to say or what my characters were going to do, and after about 100 words of complete repetitive crap, the course of action became clear all on its own and the words started to flow freely. 

And now that I know what's going to happen over the next few days of writing, the actual writing should go smoothly. 

I hope I haven't spoken too soon. We know how I have a tendency to do that.