Here's the problem. Well, here's what my inner-writer-therapist has decided is the problem:
My main character is being a total jerk.
There. I said it.
This character has been skipping around in my brain, banging on my noggin, refusing to be ignored. He's basically up in my skull clanging on a big ol' drum, parading up and down my cerebellum screaming, "Pick me! Pick me!"
So I did. I stopped ignoring his sad little (no, seriously, he's really little!) existence, and how does he thank me?
He's got nothing. Notta. Zilch. Just a snippet of a backstory, a cute little face, and... yeah. That's pretty much it.
Oh. Wait. I had a point to this post when I started out. Y'all. Y'all. Someone has got to stop letting me post after midnight. We have had this discussion before!
Anyway. Let me tell you (you're still reading this, right?) what I did today, to say I wrote something. And really? That's being mighty generous.
Besides my idiot main character that won't leave me alone but also refuses to plunk himself down into the story I see him in, I have all these random tidbits of stuff that keep bubbling up and taunting me. So I took all these snippets and listed them out on one very big piece of paper. I figured maybe the reason all these things keep coming back to me is because they fit together somehow.
So I stared. And stared. And stared some more. I was certain that lightning would strike and I'd be off on a writing frenzy.
Yeah. Not so much.
Basically, I just have a long list of stuff that really does seem like it wants to be something, but isn't.
I ended up just perusing about 1.5 zillion writer blogs and zombieing (yes, that's a word) my night away. But in the process, I found a blog by Sara Raasch with a post that made me realize that's it's okay to get stuck and be grumpy once in a while.
Since I'm obviously floundering pathetically for now, I'll also give you this post from Kiersten White, because it's much more entertaining than me today.