Hitting a serious wall right now…

I’m taking a couple of minutes to break away from my novel right now just to complain. I had a great morning of superb inspiration and the fingers were flying and the word count was rising. Then I reached the end of that chapter and

I left that last sentence hanging because, well, that’s what happened.

Right now the word count is coming at a snail’s pace – a snail on valium. I just can’t seem to recapture that rhythm. Arggggh! And what I have written out of sure force of will – so, so, so bad. Never will it make it into the final version.

So, I end this rant with an appropriate quote that describes my feelings at the moment:

“The first draft of anything is shit.” ~ Ernest Hemingway

Now, off to try again…