Yesterday when I was working on my thousand words for the day, I actually had to stop mid-stream because things weren't going well. I walked outside and thought that perhaps I should just trash the novel because I'd reached a point where I couldn't see my way forward. I'd 'lost the plot' as my Australian friend would say. Well actually, I didn't think about trashing the novel, I simply thought it was crap but that I would finish it, because I like to finish what I've started. Still, it was 57,000 words of crap, of what I'd planned to be a 100,000 word novel.
Today as I was out running errands I had an ephipany about where I'd left the last chapter and where it should go from there. Tonight I started writing out that idea and as I wrote I got more and more excited, not just about the scene but about where it could go from there and how it could change the trajectory of the novel. For the first time in months, I'm very excited about this novel.
Lesson for today: keep working.