glum and gloom


The Bone Box, 19272. A tiny 1% progression, no real progress these past days. Lost two days to moving storage, worked a little on Saturday, and nothing on Sunday. I’ve hit another wall that I’m trying to work around, but no words are coming. Annoyed and frustrated. But I’ve written more story notes so the ideas are there, but the scenes are not taking shape so I’m at a loss for words.

The 31st looms, but I don’t expect to hit the deadline. So I’ll give myself a new one. Will try to finish the discovery draft by November 10. I leave for Europe on the 16th.