The summer is moving right along and the temperature is hot. Even with air conditioning my energy has been zapped. Luckily, I make myself work in the morning for no less than an hour so I've been making steady progress. Last week I was in the middle of writing a scene and it just didn't feel right. Not in a craft sense but more in a "you took the wrong fork in the road" kind of thing way back in an earlier chapter. I wasn't sure I wanted to delete everything from that point but it was either that or forget the whole thing. How many of us have unfinished novels lying around that we just can't seem to save and can't bring ourselves to toss out?
I ran to the grocery store. I can get a lot of thinking done pushing the cart up and down the aisles, but it took more thinking time than that. On Saturday I sat down and went back to where I had taken that fork and started all over again. But not before I cut and pasted the "old" part to a separate document. (No sense in tossing it out completely in case...) The whole thing fell into place and the words came easily. I felt my energy level rise. Maybe working on something that just wasn't right was more energy zapping than the heat. I'm happy to say I'm looking forward to my writing time tomorrow.
Makes me want dust off one of those earlier efforts and find where it really went wrong.